Tomorrow

Tomorrow my Daddy would call. Not one for a lot of words, the call would be short.  But my Daddy would call on my birthday.

It's surprising but often birthday cards arrived in the mail with his handwriting, not Mom's.

Tomorrow My Jamie would be excited for cake.  He would try to open the presents.  He was excited by birthdays, it didn't matter if it wasn't his.

Tomorrow I wouldn't cry.  Or try to figure out how to get through the day. Or wonder if I will make my husband cry or if he will make me.  Tomorrow we would all just enjoy the hint of a changing season.

But that was yesterday.  Months ago now.  Not tomorrow