#11th Anniversary March 24, 2018

"Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there.  I do not sleep.  I am a thousand winds blow, I am the diamond's gift on snow.  I am the sunlight on ripened grain.  I am the gentle autumn's rain.  When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight.  I am the soft stars that shine at night.  Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there."

WHERE ARE YOU MOM?

I missed you yesterday, And looked for you among the artifacts of your life.Your room with pictures, the clothes that still carried your scent, Your favorite tools and books, The tapes you loved to hear.

The very walls echoed your vitality and carried faint memories or riotous laughter, And so I sat there, comforted for a while,but forced at last to confess,that although beautiful memories lingered,you were not there, not then and never again.

If I could not find you yesterday, where, then, can I look today?  Who can I talk to, implore, beg to show me the way? Where are the hidden doorways to the signs and wonders others claim to see?

My musings bring me no answers, so I must take a walk to clear my mind. Ahead, I see children playing, and their laughter floating on the wind,reminds me of your own carefree approach to life. Their running mirrors your own abandon and the way you always found joy in simple things.

Can this be the answer to the riddle of finding you again? Or can it be that I will hear you in every moment of laughter?

Love Your Son, Brian

“Mother’s” Day