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I’ll be seeing you
just yesterday you reminded me of your presence when a monarch butterfly came so close to me…flew into the garage and looked around….at the story, when the paint brushes I need showed up in the most unlikely place . . . I am seeing you . . .
In all the old familiar places
at home, so often….quiet moments in the car….at the cemetery in a strange but real way . .
That this heart of mine embraces
my tears witness to my heart’s embrace of each and every moment of my remembering. . .
All day through
daily I watch for signs . . .
In that small cafe
the upstairs bar at Sevilla, before it closed…I see us dancing while waiting for our meal . . .
The park across the way
the cemetery feels like our new park….open air….sitting on the grass…talking with you . . .
The children’s carousel
the children…our beloved children….each one reminds me of you…and our grandchildren….the precious love and memories we share . . .
The chestnut tree
every Magnolia tree since we received one in your honor…the stunning buds shine white against the shiny dark green leaves . . .
The wishing well
remembering the wishing well you made for me at the Marlatt house….the countless times your love manifested my heart’s desire . . .
I’ll be seeing you
a privilege and a gift that was taught to me over a lifetime . . .
In every lovely summer’s day
the hot Riverside summers that remind me of chillin by the swamp cooler in Mira Loma with a block of ice on top….beach trips when we were teenagers with KFC….
In everything that’s light and gay
the hard times we navigated bring their own magic to my heart….we shared a love that endured, but never assumed it would last forever….light and shadow….somehow it is all magic . . .
I’ll always think of you that way
thinking of you with love in all ways . . .
I’ll find you in the morning sun
at 4:30am when, for so many years, you started your work day . . .
And when the night is new
each being our best companion in the most comfortable way….being “home” to one another. . .
I’ll be looking at the moon
. . . and the clouds, within the trees and certain flowers, in the Monarch, amidst a song, a sense of you in all the places….you are there still . . .
But I’ll be seeing you
. . . as I open the eyes of my eyes, I find you in all the places . . . thank you.
