Letter 31 – Naming the Good Things
Hey, bud,
I’d like to talk about all the good things you were.
You were just about the most open person I’ve ever known. Your capacity to love and forgive others was pretty much unending. You were funny. You were delightful. Your smile and your laugh were infectious.
People were drawn to you because you were honest and sincere in your feelings. You had a big energy and a fun-ness about you. You were family-oriented, and people-oriented. You weren’t afraid to tell people how you felt and make friends within anyone who interested you. You were brave. You were smart. And you were my beautiful, beautiful boy.
I miss sitting with you on the rocking chair. I miss laying on the bed with you and talking about “stuff.” I miss your maddening pranks. I miss not being able to prank you back.
I miss talking to you about what your future might be like. I miss hearing about the dream you had last night. I miss not being able to touch you, or give you a kiss goodnight. I miss the fact that you don’t call me when you come home and we’re not there. Where are you? you’d say. Can you bring home some sushi on your way back?
I miss just saying “hey.” Hey, bud. I love you.
