I see the morning as though it were the sun setting its gaze
to the night. Upon light there is a
journey to be travelled and misty trails to be unraveled. Though it will set after its hours of
purpose, the light or rather the texture of the lessons it gives are never
forgotten and often eagerly anticipated for the next day.
I ask you, son, to remember all the lessons that I have
taught you and better yet the lessons I never had the chance to teach you. This lies in the sole reason that you
embraced my mentor himself, Mankind. The
day that I looked into your eyes to tell you that your mother had left us, not
because she did not love us but it was because she was summoned by the heavens
to look after us, I was not looking to you to be a man but I looked on in hope
that you would mature because my efforts to nurture are limited by all of man’s
prehistoric virtue of strength, which makes me just a pillar to lean on. My arms can only offer comfort to you and you
siblings when things get a little rough for you. I will, too, use these arms to defend you
although like your fragile heart, it felt as though these limbs were torn from
me when I knew to this morning I would be robbed of my first breath of day and
that morning’s light would not be as bright as I have known it to be all these
years. That one light that stood as a
lantern on my darkest days is gone.
It seems as though my every breath is unbalanced, with the
taking in of air being so deep and the releasing of it sounding like sigh, this
is because I cannot bypass the place she has in my heart, and every part of me
goes past that portion which she owns after God. I need you to understand that I know every
possible thing that you could feel at this present moment, the void that fills
you in the knowledge that we will never have a moment to embrace her and feel
the pound in her chest that had kept us all going. I look at you from time to time and in my
heart I know that you are looking at the mental pictures you have of her, you
still drift away to the words she shared with you, the sound of them is still
so sonorous. I try to keep it in but the remanence of her last kiss still
lingers my lips thus the tremble that resides my lips which begins the awful
weeping which consumes me every night I look over your bed.
We men were made soldiers at birth, but non of us will say
that they are well equipped for such a life altering event. The loss of a loved one is forever compounded
in one day so live thousands of lifetimes in our own after they are gone. Live those days more than I can because your
mother is all around us.
