Dear Mom,
Happy birthday. It's been over a year
since you died. We all still miss you, very much. We celebrated
last night with a nice movie/dinner at Leanne's, and raised a toast
to you.
We're all doing more or less okay.
Dad's still taking it hard, of course, but that's completely
understandable. He's doing better in the new place, and has met some
good people there, people you'd like. He's also become something of
a Facebook fanatic, if you can believe that. My father, the
butterfly.
Leanne and Todd are holding together,
healing as best they can. Smudge and Leeloo are helping a lot, I
think. So are the regular times we all get together.
You'd have liked Christmas, it was a
good one, despite the fact that the most important participant wasn't
there. Leanne helped me put together a special gift. Hawaiian
shirts (and a dress for Leanne) with a rainbow embroidered over the
left breast and your name embroidered in the same rainbow colors just
beneath. It's our way of bringing you back to Christmas and other
family times, and something I think would make you very happy.
I don't know if there's anything
beyond this life, but whether there is or not, you're still here with
us, in all the memories we have, and the ones we don't remember we
have. Even now, I can see the touched smile you'd be giving me over
this letter, and I love it.
Love you always, Mom.
Michael
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