A families hopes and dreams pads slowly, hesitantly, testing, tasting, searching for the familiar, finding only the unknown
Head down now near the surface of the road
He remembers this morning, the boy smiling, laughing, pawing at him, hugging him close
The girl brushing him softly as she whispers in a language he does not comprehend but soothes nonethelesss
The youngest one, looking at him, staring, eyes ablaze with wonder and curiosity, what is this thing before me
And the mother, gentle and kind, caring for him as she does her own, he sits down next to her and looks up
There is something reflected in her eyes, a glint, growing larger, moving faster now toward him, he is frozen by it, locked in place and held there, and he knows
Why he is here, what she needed, what he had to do, and he has a measure of peace
It is coming out of her now and it envelops him in its warmth and love
The horn sounds too late
For Jessica, CJ, Lulu and Grayson. I am so sorry for your loss.
