As I was organizing some saved files, alas, sign of a true nerd, organizing computer files...
I found an e-mail sent to me by my oldest son.
He sent this to me after reading one of my blog posts written after Memaw and Grandmother died.
This was a particularly hard time for him, as well.
He lost his Grandmother and his Honey dog just days before he left for his first year of college.
I really worried about him then, and still do. Grief is hard. Sometimes we shove it inside to deal with the daily pressures of life. Eventually it will surface. What follows in this post is an e-mail he wrote to me. Oh, how I love that boy...
I logged online today to find another blog written by you.
It really touched my heart, Mom, and made me think about how hard it must be for you not having Grandmother and Memaw anymore. It made me think about it for the first time in a long time...
I can't even imagine how it would be if you were not around for me anymore. I love you so much.
Your words are powerful about 'being there' for your next generation of daughters...
You inspire me.
I was going to write a comment about it but I couldn't find the words.
I still can't to be honest.
'Our House' came on and I know I haven't heard that song in probably ten years,
a long time...
Then I started listening to the rest of the songs on your playlist.
Music is amazing, how it can bring back such strong emotions and memories,
I remembered listening to you and dad sing that song to me at bedtime.
And dad telling me stories about the boys, 'The Boys Story'...
I remembered playing outside till the sun was fading
and the bell you guys obnoxiously rang for dinner.
We were rednecks, huh?
I listened to the 'Hobbit Song'
and remembered my days of fantasy reading, out in the woods till I couldn't read anymore.
Imagining a world filled with magic,
the world of my home-school days.
The days where my Honey roamed the broad realms of Middle Earth with me,
and we never lost a fight.
I listened to 'Return to Pooh Corner'
and I remember the days sitting at home with you. Piling up couch cushions and watching American Gladiator,
MacGuyver was always the best then.
Its amazing how fast I've grown up,
these memories seem like they shouldn't be so long ago...
I just wanted to thank you for these memories, Mom.
Memories that are much clearer now...
I love you.
And I love you, son, very, very much...