My god woman, I feel you all around me so much, it is both subtle and strong. This song, the computer in your closet, that little box of things you saved...
I think its because its September and your birthday will be here soon... maybe its just that I miss you so much, maybe it's because big changes are coming, I feel it, I am part of it, I am excited and afraid and that is usually when I reach for your hand.
Oh my love, I miss you so very much, there are no words to describe it. I live on the surface of it, if I dive in I will be destroyed. I am getting use to loving you this way but it doesn't make it hurt any less, mostly because I don't have a choice.
You would be 30 this year. In a way it feels impossible to imagine you thirty but in a way you were always a little 30 year old librarian... I need you here so I can tease you, tweeze your eyebrows, give you a ponytail, go for a long drive to a beach and collect stuff. I need to hear your voice, talk about your favorite books, bake a cake, go to the farmers market, sew something.
Visit me baby, I need you to wake me up and tell me you are ok and that I we will have plenty of time sometime, somewhere, somewhere else to catch up, talk long in to the endless night, laugh, and you can tell me all about it, everything, show me your heaven.
Your brother sang this song for you at your service. He was only little, but he needed to sing for you, to say good bye with music. Your funeral was simple, your casket was a beautiful brown wood, sanded smooth and left natural. Lizzie arranged a million yellow tulips, we all gathered at the old church in town, don't worry we covered all the crosses, no religion, no talk of hell, or God, no pretending, no insincerity. I gave your eulogy. It was a little bit angry, I was mad at all the people who showed up, all the people who cried and said they would miss you but never took the time to know you. Angry at the treatment that was suppose to save you , that killed you. I was mad at me for not fixing it, for not being able to take the cancer from your body and willing into my own instead. Mad that I was so tire that night, and fell asleep. I was heartbroken, and just broken, I had moments of grace and moments of wanting to die because I didn't want you to be alone where ever you were, and I didn't want to be here without you.
The grieving never ends, it just changes into some kind of pain you can almost bear if you hide it, if you distract yourself, if you fill up your days, if you find little boys to fall in love with, and their big brothers to be so proud of. If you tell yourself that you are here to do important work and one day the girl you love so much will come and take you home.
Stay close buttercup, I need this, it hurts, it makes me cry but its only because you are too far away. I need to remember, I need to believe you are here in your way and trying to touch me through the veil.
You have been taking good care of us my love.
Give Aunty Sarah a big hug and a kiss for me. Take good care of Claire. I will see you soon sweet pea.
Mama
