I had titled this post, My Piano Man’s Unbirthday, for it was meant to focus on our celebration of his upcoming 45th.
I was going to tell you how powerful, proud and earthy I felt when I walked out to our potted terrace garden to pick a pepper for his unbirthday breakfast. There is something magically wondrous about being able to have a little hand in Nature’s harvest, isn’t there? I have been smiling for days, thinking about posting the picture of this beauty, with the caption: “Yep, my Wicked Luvs, this is from our garden!”
Then I woke up this morning and noticed that Robin Williams traveled to the Summerlands. I am still very happy about the gift offered by our pepper plant… I still smile when I think of how happy my Piano Man looked enjoying his unbirthday meals…
…but I’m also sorrowful about the loss of a mind that brought much richness to our time.
I don’t usually follow what happens in the media. But Robin Williams’ performance in What Dreams May Come brought me back from a rather ugly place after the first major loss of my life. The character made me appreciate the artist, and the comfort I got from the movie gave the individual a wee place in my heart. He will be missed… May his soul find joy and color and laughter and every good dream he hoped for in life.
My Piano Man will have another unbirthday celebration in a week or so. You see, he will be busy up to his sexy neck—conducting The Wizard of Oz, bringing smiles to others—on the day of the anniversary of his birth. So I thought he should have two (perhaps three) celebrations to make up for it. The Wheel of Life is made up of bits of birth, living and death, and it’s up to us to make the living part count for all it’s worth.
Happy Unbirthday, my Piano Man—my husband (I like typing that)—may all your wishes come true… You are loved, wanted and celebrated each moment of my living. ♥♥