The Sky is Still Blue
and I miss you
You were my port, for decades……so long, in fact, that I believed you would always be. You were like a God in my eyes.........beautiful, strong, tall, full of wrath, mirth, or concern….yet never jealous or needy. You had always been, and I assumed you always would be. We were certain of one another in a way I have never experienced with another human being. I didn’t see you often in the later years, but I knew you were there….a phone call or a few hours drive away. Everywhere I look now, I expect to see you. I hear your voice, I reach for your hand. Sometimes I fear my mind is going. More often it seems that it is expanding, that I am sensing another reality, no less tangible that the one in which I now abide. That this, now, is the final lesson you have to teach me….in your inimitable way.
You left a legacy of love, pride, humor, caring, a tendency to hoard responsibility, to hide regrets and fears, to strut and to crow, to tame unruly tempers, and to charm. I knew you and I loved you with all my heart….just the way you were.