2009-03-01
3/1/09
Dearest Jeffrey,
I miss you. Sometimes I forget to breathe, because I miss you so much.
I thought that by now, three years later, I'd have a handle on this. But I don't. I'm guessing I never will. How can you love someone for 21 years and then stop?
You can't.
Remember how I made you crazy because I was always trying to protect you from the "mean people" in the world? Even after you got older and were taller than me?
I do.
Remember how we would laugh until we couldn't catch our breath, while we were mocking someone?
I do.
Remember how you would sit on the kitchen counter, telling me about your day - totally in my way - while I cooked dinner?
I do.
Remember how you would stink up the house making your garlic fried cornflakes and I would yell "Jeffrey Albert, open a window...that stuff stinks!"
I do.
Remember how when you were sick, you would want to be left alone and I would hover over you offering cold medicines, until you finally gave in and took it, just so I would leave you alone?
I do.
Remember how we would sit out on the front porch in the sun, and you would talk and talk about school and your dreams?
I do.
Remember how you were going to come back home to do your student teaching? How I pulled strings and begged, borrowed and stole a place for you in the program?
I do.
I see so many student teachers and this year should have been your year. You should be here right now. Complaining that we're having pot roast for dinner...again. ;o)
I remember all of this...every day. I miss you.
Give yourself a big hug from us. Our thoughts are about you today and every day.