She distractedly tears off pages on her daily calendar, something she hasn't even glanced at in at least two weeks. Through the foggy vision of fatigue, she glances at today's date: March 24th. A slight intake of breath makes its way through her raw throat and into her aching lungs. Is it really March 24th? How could it have arrived so quickly?
But it doesn't matter at what speed time has chosen to travel, it only matters that it is now March 24th and no matter how she is feeling, this date can not be ignored or brushed aside. She knows she has little ability in her current physical state to properly honor this dearly loved day but honor it she must. Her body groans in protest at the thought of any action, having been grossly overworked by the slavedriver better known as Sickness. She pays no attention.
Her brain, heavy with medication, stutters to life as her heart whispers softly to it, "Hurry, today is March 24th. It is an important day."
She thinks back to other special days and smiles. She has not always done everything in its proper order but somehow things find a way of working themselves out.
She smiles as she feels her heart flutter in excitement. There is just no way this day could pass without being acknowledged.
What is March 24th?
It is not the day she found the other half of her heart. The half that filled an emptiness that she was unaware even existed until she felt the fullness within her. No, it isn't that day...
March 24th is the day that other half of her heart was born.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUBBY...sorry I got you sick.