July 2013
Once David regains his line of control, he takes hold of Will's shoulders, and standing strong and sturdy as a pair of deeply rooted, full grown trees, I watch both men face each other, eye to eye, while we three gain strength from our youngest son's declaration of familial unity: Well, Dad—we'll just do what our family does best—We'll love each other like crazy and help each other get to the other side of whatever this is!
As father and son share another tight embrace, the bedroom door opens, and Marie's sister walks in. Taking one look at our faces, Carrie, sensing serious family business, spins around and disappears, closing the door behind her.
At this, I rise from the rocker, and while wrapping my arms around Will and David, the door opens, again, and as Barry walks in, our circle of love feels complete in that we four know that Steven and Celina are with us in spirit, and as each person in our family has had reason to need and receive the free flow of mutually supportive strength that provides us all with safe haven while withstanding life's classic storms, I, respecting my need to release suppressed emotion, at last, unleash my line of control, freeing silent tears of relief to cascade down my cheeks.
January 2014
If you wonder at my conscious choice of the word 'relief' during such a worrisome time—well, when next we meet, I'll explain why tears of relief, wetting my cheeks, felt as natural as droplets of dew glistening on petals of flowers, whose faces turn up to greet the dawn of each summer's day that promises to caress every bloom in the garden with the kiss of the sun—which, will surely come out, if not today, then tomorrow—suggesting that Mother Nature proves as addicted to 'hope' as the mind of your positively focused friend, Annie :)
Once David regains his line of control, he takes hold of Will's shoulders, and standing strong and sturdy as a pair of deeply rooted, full grown trees, I watch both men face each other, eye to eye, while we three gain strength from our youngest son's declaration of familial unity: Well, Dad—we'll just do what our family does best—We'll love each other like crazy and help each other get to the other side of whatever this is!
As father and son share another tight embrace, the bedroom door opens, and Marie's sister walks in. Taking one look at our faces, Carrie, sensing serious family business, spins around and disappears, closing the door behind her.
At this, I rise from the rocker, and while wrapping my arms around Will and David, the door opens, again, and as Barry walks in, our circle of love feels complete in that we four know that Steven and Celina are with us in spirit, and as each person in our family has had reason to need and receive the free flow of mutually supportive strength that provides us all with safe haven while withstanding life's classic storms, I, respecting my need to release suppressed emotion, at last, unleash my line of control, freeing silent tears of relief to cascade down my cheeks.
January 2014
If you wonder at my conscious choice of the word 'relief' during such a worrisome time—well, when next we meet, I'll explain why tears of relief, wetting my cheeks, felt as natural as droplets of dew glistening on petals of flowers, whose faces turn up to greet the dawn of each summer's day that promises to caress every bloom in the garden with the kiss of the sun—which, will surely come out, if not today, then tomorrow—suggesting that Mother Nature proves as addicted to 'hope' as the mind of your positively focused friend, Annie :)
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