Happy 37th Linds

Little Linds, May Day at Shady Hill, c. 1984

You'd be 37 today. Chad + Hudson baked a birthday cake for you.
Hudson was accepted at the "Shady Hill" of Dallas a few weeks back so thought this photo of you in all your homemade-t-shirt May Day splendor was appropriate.

We miss you so much dear Linds. There are a lot of new little folks we would like you to meet. (I can think of one in particular but, really, there are many). Anyway, hopefully you know about them all and are looking after their wobbly passages.

And our bad news is a little bit of sunshine for you. We lost Grandpop but you, and Grandma, and mom and baby Steven, got him in your quarter. Look after him, look after us.

People we miss

Hugs from us all and happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday.
much love,

your sister (now a mom!) c

this charming man (and wife)

Can write you to tears.
And he's my cousin.

I'd heard that Andrew was blogging (in the large footsteps of his practically star blogger-wife Erin: http://www.elementsofstyleblog.com/), but it wasn't till yesterday when Erin directed me to Andrew's most recent post remembering Linds...
http://thedarkhorseblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-no-idea-what-to-title-this.html

Go cousin Andrew, and thanks.

much love
c

Happy Birthday dear Linds

Lindsey would be 36 today.



She'd be mother of an almost 3-year old, maybe there'd have been another one in the meantime or, to join the crowd (we're all doing it), one on the way.
She'd be alive to enjoy life in the new administration, alive to witness lilacs that'll be here soon, alive to make plans with...



I miss her more than ever.
I hope they're pulling out all the stops to celebrate her up where she is.

Love you Linds.
love
c

(So many great photos of Linds so narrowed the field to Linds + a few of our/her/my favorite men : ) Biased, but my blog...)

Lindsey's 35th

March 30th - Linds' birth launched spring.

She left when she was 33, two weeks after that birthday, so it's two years gone. Linds and I were a year and 10 months apart, which means (quick math) I was almost 35 when Linds died.

Which feels then like some strange circle closing.

Which means?

What I gather from the circle described by two sisters turning 35, is simply that she's still here, out there, and as constant as she ever was. Her own birth constellation of Breach Candy Hospital, Ward ___, March 30th 1973 (our constellations are neighboring, in the born-in-Bombay-in-the-early-70's celestial district) remains part of the universal memory, no more or less fixed than mine and eternal. And in a way I hadn’t expected, Lindsey is growing up with me now and we're in step except she keeps pace on a cosmic scale, her perspective vaster and so she's watching over us as she grows in lightness.

In this photo (a visit to Oyster Bay and Mimi) Linds has a sureness and a calmness I like. I imagine what more years would have brought. I think that if I listen maybe I can hear, maybe Hudson hears.

Happy happy birthday Linds. Don't fall asleep in the cake.

Love
ctp