Waking up to another day. without you here, on this the, thirteenth year.
I know you’d be smiling just knowing it is going to be another hot
sun-baked summer day- you’d be looking for someplace to swim &. something to put in the grill.
You are probably thinking how I can still have tears…
after so long.
I’ll likely always begin these remembrance days
with a lump in my throat as I blink back hot tears.
The hug I feel around my shoulders seems almost real today.
I love you my dear firstborn son. I always will.
Keep watch over your brother and your friends who keep the spark of your memory alive.
Death has not diminished our bond.
©Nancilynnn Saylor 10 June 2017