It’s John-Mark’s 42nd birthday today.
I refuse to wonder what would have been, and I am grateful for the time I had with him.
Here is a photo I found on his phone, I think he took it from a hotel room traveling somewhere. I gave him that shirt, possibly as one of his 38th or 39th supplemental birthday gifts.
He loved it.
We were good gift givers, and for Xmas and birthdays would have a series of gifts to open. An exceptional shopper, but a terribly lazy gift-wrapper, he would always surprise me with beautiful clothes or moto gear wrapped in a shopping bag. On my birthday he would buy me jewelry that contained a star – our race team symbol that came to represent me, two stars representing the both of us. (The jewelry was at least wrapped by the store attendant).
A few days before his accident, he bought me a Mother’s Day gift (from our dogs) that I found upon coming home after his death. It was a necklace with two stars, one little, one big – the two of us. Wrapped in a small paper bag. His last gift to me.