This day was filled with thoughts of you.
Upon awakening this morning; I felt drained, emotional, and like one more roll over might do the trick.
You came to mind.
Imagining you rolling over as well, eyes that my own tend to mimic, hazy on opening, puppy between legs, and cat curled around neck, the stretch and roll was no doubt hindered more than mine.
My eyes that so match yours slowly closed.
In my mind I am wandering the hall from my room to yours… thinking about this new empty space in your morning.
The last one left home not long ago.
My father, the cat, and the dog, now the only recipients of your daily morning grace.
I know that these mornings are likely hard, just as the afternoons are difficult to pass now, and the evenings bring challenges all their own.
In all the right ways, we are the same. So I know, as your days stroll forward you see our footprints everywhere.
In the driveway, across the lawn, to and from the mailbox, propped up on the coffee table. We’ve left our signs of life in droplets all over your path.
So I know, these days are hard. Empty nest and such.
You let us fly from the highest places- whether a tree fort or a plane… you flung our doors wide open.
Watching the journeys of these days are the reward for your love.
Golden heart and celeste eyes; your hues are splashing all over the world, and touching more lives than you could have ever imagined.
Those who love him, love the strength and wisdom you have passed on.
The ones who treasure the other him, admire the capacity for loyal friendship you have instilled.
Everyone that crosses her path sees how your gentle touch carries on like an innate gene.
And then there are the ones who hear the other her’s words and know the deepness and sincerity in her voice, can only be yours.
You, who are our home…
We will always return.
And we will bring with us the gifts of full life- no matter the hurdles and heartache we pass each year.
Because you have taught us; a full life is always present, if we will only walk in it.
So, roll over once more tomorrow morning, blink wide and take an extra few minutes.
Pet the cat, pour your coffee, sit on your porch, and declare that you have done well these past 30 years…