Today's blog is a short one. Bret Douglas has a few words for us.
Hello, Everyone.
Hello, Everyone.
On Tuesday, May 8, 2012, I turned 55 years old, and it
was the greatest feeling in the world, don’tcha know. I received a lot of
birthday well-wishes from Susie and my kids, as well as from friends, church
members, and co-workers, but admittedly, I felt a little sad because someone
was missing. You see, I’ve been so acclimated to having my mom call me at 2:15
p.m. Minnesota time to wish me a happy birthday. This was her routine ever
since I moved to Southern California, but as you know, she left on April 13,
2012. It’s been almost a month since my mom bid farewell, but I had a wonderful
feeling around lunchtime at my job.
I was talking to some of my co-workers, and at exactly
12:15 p.m., I got goosebumps. I could clearly hear my mom say, "Happy #55,
Baby Boy." I simply smiled, looked up to Heaven, and said, "Thanks,
Mom!" Amazingly enough, my co-workers were quick to tell me that my mom
still found time to wish me a happy birthday, considering that she's now in
Heaven.
Later on in the day, I received a call from my daughter
Sarah; she informed me that her best friend Amy had given birth to a bouncing
baby boy and named him David Arthur.
I tell you, I couldn't have had a better 55th birthday.
Of all the birthday presents I received, none was more precious than hearing my
mom's voice again, albeit in my heart.
