Journal entry: August 9th, 2006
That’s my birthday. There are not too many traditions in my family involving birthdays. But, for as long as I can remember--until recently--there was one thing I could count on for my birthday. Adam always gave me a flower. I really don’t know what started the tradition. But, it was one of those things you accept in life--and take for granted (like siblings and parents and really great friends). You just get used to it happening--or those people being around. That is what it was like with my yearly flower from Adam. Something endearing--something I loved--but something I took for granted. My 18th birthday came and went--without a gift or flower from Adam, if I recall.
He kept telling me that he had something special--and it was on its way. So, I waited--and at last, on a Sunday in August, Adam told me that he had my present. I wish I could remember if it was wrapped, or what he said when he gave it to me. Whatever the introduction, I soon found myself holding a rectangular blue box. Inside was a beautiful gold rose--its petals and leaves beautifully colored. I have no idea how much Adam paid for it--but it was one of the most elegant birthday presents I have ever received. He told me that it was a flower that would be around “forever”--even after he left for college and all. I didn’t understand why he couldn’t give me real flowers anymore--my birthday’s in August! College students are usually home in August. And, besides, Adam used to always tell me, “I’m a cousin, you can’t get rid of me!” Why did I need a flower that would last longer?
So--it was a couple weeks ago now, when I came across the rose. It has spent the last few years hanging out on my book shelf. I had gotten used to it being there--just like I’d gotten used to having Adam around. I remembered what he’d said--about not always being around to give flowers. I didn’t understand in August of my 18th year how true that would be. The rose seems far more beautiful now than I’d ever realized. It’s like that with people too--people like Adam. I never realized how very much I loved him--until he was gone. So--I’ve been looking at my rose--and thinking of Adam. And, appreciating both more.
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