It’s My Party and I’ll DIE If I Want To!

Ever think about all the friends you have made in your life? Some remain close while others come into your life and just as quickly slip away. I have been very blessed with some of the best friends imaginable. As I look back over my life, many stand out. But I'm going to talk about a couple from many years ago.

At the time, we did everything together—church, shopping, vacationing, picnics, sports, etc. We had adventure after adventure. But those stories are for another time.

During our “over-a-decade" friendship, we celebrated many birthdays. This one particular birthday, my dear, sweet, loving, kind friends decided to throw me a birthday party. And what a birthday party it was!

I don't know if any of you are like me but I'd just as soon forget my birthdays—NOT DRAW ATTENTION TO THEM. Well, between my husband, and my friends, they invited all our other friends to celebrate it. “Oh goody!” I thought, “Can't we just have a quiet dinner for the four of us?” But... no way!

Party Time! The food and beverages were delicious and we were having a grand “OLD” time. Time for the cake and ice cream. That's the best part of a birthday party, right? And the theme? All birthday parties have a theme. Oh fun! What’s the theme of this party? My party!

My friend announced that we should all go into the dining area for the cake so we all did just that. And, a box was on the table, a big box! Everyone was making a big to-do over the box. So... I was very curious why.

I mean, a cake is just a cake, right? Wrong!

My friend slowly opened the lid to this box as everyone peeped over each other to get a better look at what was being uncovered.

Cake, uncovered!

And all of a sudden it was like I was looking in a mirror. For there, on the table, in the shape of myself was... Myself in a coffin. And ugly... Oh my goodness it was ugly! Did I really look like that? It was life-sized? At least the head and the shoulders were. There was a gasp from the audience. And then... silence.

Suddenly everyone in the room burst into laughter. It was so strange-looking—this grayish, yellowish figure lying before me—helping me celebrate MY day.

For the rest of the evening... I... It... was the topic of conversation as everyone filed by to get a better look... It was like a visitation at a funeral home.

We have memories about the good old days and this is still one that we remember most fondly—especially all the time and effort they went through to make this birthday one I would never forget.

I just about died... but, I'm still talking about it, aren’t I?