It’s LB’s birthday tomorrow. His 19th. The local bus museum he absolutely loved agreed to open especially for us to have a celebration today. Staffed by volunteers. We mentioned it to people if we saw them. Emailed the odd person in a piecemeal way. Kind of left it really. Such a sad thing. This week has been particularly difficult. It’s almost impossible to make sense of a date that’s so hugely symbolic, that holds so many memories over so many years, when your child has died.
A right sad old time.
Anyway. My mum and big sis took over the organisation of tea and cakes. People came. They loved the eccentric and quirky museum. And the vintage double decker bus was full for a drive around the countryside. A genuine sense of celebration and fun.
Oh, and we passed the tiny woman with the chair on the bus journey. Yes. Really. Miles from anywhere. Weirdly magical.
So happy birthday matey. We love and miss the socks off you.