February 26th was a day to which I did not look forward too. It was the day many warned would be immeasurably difficult. This was my husbands birthday, and it was the ï¬rst since his death in August. I knew I wanted to do something to honor him, something to remember him by. I did not want to just forget or ignore the day. And I wanted my one-year old son to realize that this was a special day too, just like his birthday ï¬ve days earlier. My mother came up with the perfect idea.
I, along with my son and immediate family, went to dinner at one of Craigs favorite restaurants. We celebrated the birth of a wonderful man who I had the privilege of spending eight amazing years with and with whom I created an extraordinary child. Here we raised our glasses to toast a man taken long before his time. We shared memories about him and the time we spent together. And it was at this dinner table we decided to do this every year to celebrate the life of a man who brought so much joy, happiness and love into our lives. Now instead of dreading his birthday, I look forward to celebrating the man he was and the life he lived.
– Tara L. Robinson, NJ, lost her husband, Craig, on August 9, 2000 aboard a private aircraft in NJ