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 . . .
at home, so often….quiet moments in the car….at the cemetery in a strange but real way . .
my tears witness to my heart’s embrace of each and every moment of my remembering. . .
daily I watch for signs . . .
the upstairs bar at Sevilla, before it closed…I see us dancing while waiting for our meal . . .
the cemetery feels like our new park….open air….sitting on the grass…talking with you . . .
the children…our beloved children….each one reminds me of you…and our grandchildren….the precious love and memories we share . . .
every Magnolia tree since we received one in your honor…the stunning buds shine white against the shiny dark green leaves . . .
remembering the wishing well you made for me at the Marlatt house….the countless times your love manifested my heart’s desire . . .
a privilege and a gift that was taught to me over a lifetime . . .
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….
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 . . .
thinking of you with love in all ways . . .
at 4:30am when, for so many years, you started your work day . . .
each being our best companion in the most comfortable way….being “home” to one another. . .
. . . 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.