To my Moo

I started writing this blog for my granddaughter that she will always know how incredible her Dad was. How she must always believe all the good that lies in this world to never let anyone make her feel small. To know her Dad lives inside of her and she must take all those gifts he put inside of her and always create love and most of all bring kindness to every mark she leaves in her life.

What was

When I am with you I feel the memories of yesterday. Your face brings me back to a time that I thought would last forever. I remember all of his days that consumed each smile you made,each new step, each flower you touched. He took a photo of every new moment with you. Thank you for bringing him so much love and pure joy.

The space

There are certain holes of emptiness that can never be filled. The person who when your train is suspended calls you instantly. Are you ok. Do you want me to drive to you. That person when you’ve just had an auto accident, they are the first face you see before the police arrive. That face that is holding your hand when you are about to be operated on and the face who stays all night until you are in recovery. That call who says do you need me to shovel you out mom at the first sign of bad snow. That person who is first to be excited a month before your birthday because they’ve already bought your gift. He was all of those people and my hole will never be filled.

Until the last breathe

I remember reading this 3.5 years ago and I thought I would never have read anything that summed it up like this. Here we are as time has moved further away and it still holds true. Billy took this photograph on his birthday at Sands Point and it truly is one of my favorite photos. Because in this photo I know on this day he was truly happy.