June 15 is the anniversary of Mitch's birth, 1968.During our recent move, including his birthday, Mitch's very sacred Heartland Paper Company work shirt, served as a prayer flag. It seemed to bridge the distance between his home and ours; much like the curtain through which Sirius Black once fell. Heh, only once.
As it fluttered with each box's passing, I thought of him watching and approving of my each move... I found myself rising to the task of being inspected by the man I long-ago chose to be my husband, the only man I chose to be the father of my children.
And there was a shift, if only in my thinking. I realize that each day I'm here, figgerin this whole Life thing out, being true to who I can be, then he's proud. That's who he married. That is who he chose to raise his children.
Not a day goes by his name fails to pass through my thoughts. I bring him with me wherever my path takes me; for his son and his wife (his orphan and his widow?).
Thanks, again, Mitchard, for the gift of your view of me & for this amazing Boy, who is so much YOU and ME and US and his Very Own Self ♥ Take good care My Love; especially good care of The Girl ♥ ♥
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2 comments:
This is beautiful Diana. <3
Yes, beautiful. You really know how to celebrate the lives of your loved ones! I just have to tell you that I am incapable of reading your blog without some kind of strong emotion (today the tears are coming). I just love your raw honesty- it touches something in me. Maybe because I'm not so raw and honest.
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