Two Years

"I believe that we will always have one hand reaching back in time, hoping to feel the touch of that marvelous life, looking back to get a glimpse of the best part of ourselves"... 

2 years ago today Shaun went home. For all who were blessed to love him, June 6th will always mark the date of our hearts darkest tragedy...Death may hold no sting - but living does.
Two years... should that seem like a long time? Should it seem short? Time dances between the two extremes, binding yesterdays to todays. It dulls the sharpness of vivid memory with its lengthy passage, but moves so quickly that the heart remains wholly untouched by time.

And so we love. Regardless of time or space between hearts. And although there's a sting, we can also learn to live.

I love you Shaun. As much today as yesterday... and will love you as much tomorrow. Your eyes were my hearts greatest blessing.
I celebrate you today - all you offered the world. All you offered me.

Tomorrow is a long time...

Tomorrow Is a Long Time - Link to song

...There is beauty in that silver singin' river...

There is beauty in that sunrise in the sky...

But none of these, and nothing else can touch the beauty...
That I remember in my true love's eyes... ~ Bob Dylan

Miss you...

Time with Dad

I had a wonderful weekend with Shaun's Dad, Norm.

I can't quite express how connecting it was to spend a weekend doing nothing but talking, laughing, and crying about our favorite topic. 

Shaun felt closer when Norm was here... the apple didn't fall far.

My heart dropped a bit to see that fabled yellow-jeep of so many of Shaun and Norm's adventures disappear into the fog.  What a precious son, and a precious Dad.  Thank you for sharing your heart Norm, and with it, some precious insights into your sweet son. 

There are some wounds time doesn't heal.
Until Heaven...
We love you. I pray that knowledge is deeply felt in your heart. You have left us aching... but you also left us with a beautiful heart to follow and memories to make us smile at night.
Someday when I find the right words to express the uniqueness of your spirit I can stop trying - but until then - I'll continue to somehow try to thank you for all your heart gives me, simply by being you. And to do a small part to help the world still be impacted by your goodness.

He is with me still... his audible voice is quieted, but my heart can still hear...
Companionship doesn't always come with a warm body... sometimes it's in the quiet of the heart. And when I can find the strength to see beyond this temporal world, I recognize I need never feel lonely.