A year later. The more things change, the more they stay the same. I love you Kev. I am thankful you work so hard to secure your future and study at night to achieve. All funded by yourself. I’m proud of all you have accomplished. When the day arrives for you to leave and see the world, I cannot imagine I will let you go silently into the “night”.
I wish you enough,
Dear friends and other interesting creatures,
I wanted this child so very much. I prayed him down from heaven, including asking God that please, I do not want a boy with red hair! Have mercy. I never found out the gender, but I was having a boy. My boy.
I wanted to give him the world but my ruby slippers were dusty and instead, life dished us a bone-crushing of a white picket fence.
My Kev was there for every happy and very sad… Every sunshine and every rain, every peanut butter sandwich and everyone with cheese. I cringe with heartache when he casually shares what he remembers. I wish he didn’t.
Not long ago I was once again apologising for something I felt I could have done better in his life. He looked at me with empathy (which he reserves for few, mind you) and said :
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