Life is eternal,
and love is immortal,
and death is only a horizon;
and a horizon is nothing
save the limit of our sight.
When I used to see this picture on his mom's desk, I would think, they are soulmates.
I was sure they would get back together, have beautiful babies and be happy.
But then again, I was sure of so very many things that we will never see.
He has been close in mind lately, not just in the past few days, but especially this month.
Now when I look at this picture, it is the eyes, that look. It tells you so much about this old soul. There is a knowing about the trials and tribulations, the power of love, and the importance of connection. There is compassion and world weariness and strength. He was steady and wobbly at the same time, fearful and hopeful, ready to take on the world despite his reservations about well everything.
I see this picture and I think there is no way he is gone. There he is, right there, forever that sweet, smart, relentlessly idealistic and pragmatic young man, my future governor or president.
Some days I weep for the world because we lost that light, the one we so desperately needed.
Some days I weep for his mother who is trying so hard to learn how to be in a world without him.
Some days I weep for the children who don't get to grow up with father; he would have been the absolute best father in the world.
Some days I even weep for myself because there were so many more stories to tell, issues to discuss and adventures to have... and I try to be brave remembering his last text, the one he sent when he found out I was dealing with yet another loss, before he knew I would have to deal with his as well.
Rest well, sweet boy, but let your mom know you are okay.