As a young couple with four children, Christmas could strain the budget, so my husband and I got into the habit of not buying each other Christmas gifts. Instead, we made a big deal out of each other's birthday. My birthday is in December, and Steve's birthday is in January.
I lost Steve on July 4th, and it's been hard...I miss him so much! I don't know what I believe about ghosts or communications from the dead, but when my birthday rolled around, I half expected to get some sort of sign that Steve's conciousness still existed somewhere and that he was thinking of me. The day passed and nothing unusual happened. On Steve's birthday, I missed him so much that it was almost unbearable. I cried all day and went to bed exhausted and sad. I felt totally alone. That night, I dreamed that there was a basket stuffed with unopened letters sitting on the stairs by the baby gate that I had just installed to keep my puppy off the stairs. My understanding of the dream was that Steve has been in the house (the gate was purchased AFTER his death) and that he has been sending messages, but I just wasn't receiving them.
This may sound crazy, but it was comforting to me. I still haven't received any messages, but it gives me hope that Steve lives on somewhere, and that he remembers me.
