May is your month. Itâs an especially hard one for me because I used to spend most of the month trying to figure out what you might want for your birthday đ
It wasnât easy. Before meeting you, I used to buy presents without a real focus. When I met you, you taught me that buying a present should be thought out carefully with a purpose, something that would make an impact on the person that was receiving the gift.
You were like that. I was easy though, you knew that I loved jewellery, clothes, accessories, holidays, everything đ. Men are hard at the best of times. I can still remember interrogating my mom about what to buy my dad.
It was easy back in the day with smokers, but there came a time, especially with you when I decided, no, not going to encourage that bad habit, so no more designer lighters or special cigarette making machines.
I decided that I would buy you other more focused presents. Thatâs how you got your computer, clothes, belts, the Dubai driftwood boat, the imitation Aladinâs lamp and so many others!
I still remember the look on your face when you found that lamp! I had a mini study when we were in Riyadh. I had a little piece of furniture that had once been a night table where I used to store my paper, new pens, pencils, ink cartridges and the like. Well, I thought that would be the best place to store the blasted lamp. Until, of course, the printer ran out of ink and you (always helpful like you were), decided to change the cartridges for me. I had completely forgotten that I had bought the lamp at the Christmas market in December at the Irish embassy, that I had stored it away there in a dark plastic bag and that that was the hiding place until May came around.
Surely enough, just before your birthday, I come home from university one day, I had to print out some exams, the ink runs out and you say, thatâs ok, Iâll change cartridges.
In the meantime, I go to the kitchen to get us a tea, you take out the plastic bag and ask are they in here, I panic and before I can say NO!!!!!, you open the bag and find the lamp!
It was so annoying and so funny at the same time! I got so mad! You knew it was your birthday present, of course. In the end, we both laughed. Just one of those âour momentsâ.
I miss you, my love. I miss those âour momentsâ. So many funny ones, that start as an annoyance and in the end, we laughed so hard we were in tears.
So, happy birthday in heaven, honey. You may be gone, but I still remember, so many of âour momentsâ!
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Mayo es tu mes. Es especialmente difĂcil para mĂ porque solĂa pasar la mayor parte del mes tratando de averiguar quĂ© podrĂas querer para tu cumpleaños. đ
No era fĂĄcil. Antes de conocerte, solĂa comprar regalos sin ton ni son. Cuando te conocĂ, me enseñaste que comprar un regalo debĂa pensarse cuidadosamente con un propĂłsito, algo que tuviera un impacto en la persona que recibĂa el regalo. AsĂ eras tĂș. Yo era fĂĄcil contentar, sabĂas que me encantaba la joyerĂa, la ropa, los accesorios, las vacaciones, todo đ. Los hombres son difĂciles en el mejor de los casos. TodavĂa puedo recordar tener que preguntarle a mi madre quĂ© comprarle a mi padre.
Era fĂĄcil en aquellos dĂas con los fumadores, pero llegĂł un momento, especialmente contigo, cuando decidĂ que no iba a fomentar ese mal hĂĄbito, asĂ que no mĂĄs encendedores de diseño o mĂĄquinas especiales para hacer cigarrillos. DecidĂ que te comprarĂa otros regalos mĂĄs detallosos. ÂĄAsĂ fue como acabaste con el ordenador, ropa, cinturones, el barco de madera flotante de DubĂĄi, la lĂĄmpara de imitaciĂłn de Aladino y muchos mĂĄs!
ÂĄTodavĂa recuerdo la expresiĂłn de tu cara cuando encontraste esa lĂĄmpara! TenĂa un miniestudio cuando estĂĄbamos en Riad en la que habĂa un pequeño mueble que una vez fue una mesita de noche dĂłnde solĂa guardar el papel, bolĂgrafos, lĂĄpices, cartuchos de tinta y similares. PensĂ© que ese serĂa el mejor lugar para esconder la condenada lĂĄmpara. Hasta que, por supuesto, la impresora se quedĂł sin tinta y tĂș (siempre tan servicial como eras), decidiste cambiar los cartuchos por mĂ. HabĂa olvidado por completo que habĂa comprado la lĂĄmpara en el mercado navideño en diciembre en la fiesta de la embajada de Irlanda, y, que la habĂa guardado allĂ en una bolsa de plĂĄstico oscura y que ese serĂa el escondite hasta que llegara mayo.
Por supuesto, justo antes de tu cumpleaños, llego a casa de la universidad un dĂa, tengo que imprimir algunos exĂĄmenes, la tinta se acaba y tĂș dices, no te preocupes yo cambiarĂ© los cartuchos. Mientras tanto, voy a la cocina a prepararnos un tĂ©, sacas la bolsa de plĂĄstico y preguntas, ÂżestĂĄn aquĂ? Entro en pĂĄnico y antes de que pueda decir ÂĄNO!!!!!, abres la bolsa y encuentras la lĂĄmpara.
Me enfadĂ© tanto, pero fue tan divertido al mismo tiempo. SabĂas que era tu regalo de cumpleaños, claro. Al final, ambos nos reĂmos. Fue uno de esos ânuestros momentosâ.
Te echo de menos, mi amor. Echo me menos esos ânuestros momentosâ. Tantos momentos divertidos, que comienzan como una molestia y al final, nos reĂmos tanto que terminamos llorando.
AsĂ que, feliz cumpleaños en el cielo, cariño. Puede que te hayas ido, pero todavĂa recuerdo, muchos de esos ânuestros momentosâ.