5/7/18, May Day
I had a sweet day last week, which was a double header for me. May Day. When I was a little girl in French schools, we used to wear a little wreath of flowers around our heads, and dance around a Maypole. It sounds pretty silly, but I thought it was fun. May Day is Labor Day in France, so it’s a National Holiday. And lily of the valley, the flower, are the symbol of May Day, and happen to be my favorite flower. I love their delicate scent. In France, everyone exchanges sprigs of lily of the valley on May Day, as a symbol of friendship and good luck. There are street vendors everywhere selling lily of the valley, for people to give to friends, coworkers, children, grandmothers. It’s such a pretty holiday, and a lovely thought.
May Day also happens to be my late son Nick’s birthday. I loved that he was born on May Day. So it’s a bit of a double edged sword for me now, with happy and bittersweet memories that flood into my mind. Memories of him as a little boy, and when he was born, and as he grew up. He was an amazing person, and passed away at nineteen. So I love the day, but I also miss him enormously on that holiday. I usually invite friends to dinner that night, so as not to be alone, and I did the same this year. Twelve friends joined me for dinner at one of my favorite restaurants. Before that, I spent a quiet day, reading, and thinking of Nick.
So Happy May Day to you, and I hope that Spring is now officially here. And soon it will be full-on summer!!! Get ready for it!!
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I like how you keep Nick’s memory alive and in a very good way.
You will always be connected to Nick through love for all eternity.
Keep up all your good work. We are blessed to have you in the world with your gift of writing and messages of HOPE.
God bless us all.
Truth, Wisdom, Love, and Sincerity, to YOU and ALL Mankind.
Hi my name is Ayelet
I was always a bookworm and still am…
I love your books, only I feel detached as they mainly depict successful people and I feel so the opposite.I can only wish to have the struggles of mortgage payments…
Anyway, Iv always had the dream of building a family and finally when iv met my African American ex husband I thought Iv finally have my happy ending .Little did I know…Iv faced heartbreak after heartbreak then homelessness etc. I’m deeply grateful for my two sons whom I raise a single mother yet I struggle with the daily grind. I wonder if you have any advice for me on how to tell my story without being the face behind the story. that is I think it can be helpful or at least make people stop and think for a minute yet I don’t want the “fame”. I currently read “44 Charles Street”.
Have a wonderful week