I don’t think that others understand how we hunger for little bits of unknown time. Friends of our lost loved one may believe that because something they recall is not a long story or the incident that they remember was not a ‘special occasion’ that it is not worth the telling. Oh, we do so disagree!
Many of us are lucky enough to have photos of birthdays and holidays, graduations and weddings. These we see, we know, we look at over and over again. But I think that while we grieve each time one of these dates comes around again, it is not these ‘special occasions’ that we wish for now.
Today, I want to chat on the phone with my daughter about nothing important. I want to go shopping with her for new shoes. I want to hear Skye laugh when she knocks over her drink. I’d like to hear her voice singing along with the radio. I want to feel the curve of her cheek, the warmth of her breath. I want a day with Skye that starts with buttered toast and coffee… and looking at gift catalogs …and sharing a hot fudge ice sundae after lunch. I want to kiss her softly on her face and say, ‘See you tomorrow’ … and not for one second doubt that I will.
I want one more ordinary day.
(I love you, Skye. 1971-2005)
photo by Rob Landry
This is beautiful. Not a week goes by that your loss and its enormity does not occur to me...
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