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soliloquy; ephemeral landings
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Posted on Tuesday, 31 December 2013 @ Tuesday, December 31, 2013
My love, The evenings here aren't quite the same without your laughter echoing in the wind. The skies don't turn a shade of warm orange now, the way you like it. Perhaps the weather changed its course. Ariel had four puppies last month; two males and two females. Katharine had the liberty of naming them all - Spotty, Bruce, Lila and Lily. She feeds them everyday. I'm afraid she has been using some of our old curtains to knit little pillows for Lila and Lily (Bruce and Spotty got their very own cosy basket from Mum), but the joy in her eyes was too precious to take away if I'd said no. She's been a really swift learner in knitting, our girl. Just last Sunday, she knitted a pair of mittens for Bruce, with the most beautiful ribbons. She'd insisted on the ribbons. "Nothing's too girly for puppies, mummy!" That's your Katie right there, sweetheart. Always has a mind of her own and not afraid to speak it out. Katharine's growing up so fast, there's nothing more I want than to watch her blossom into a fine young lady with you by my side. How are you my love? It wasn't so long ago when a favorite song of yours came on the radio. Katharine and I had a blast dancing in the kitchen with our aprons still splattered with spaghetti sauce and cream cheese. She laughed so hard, I forgot the last time she ever did. I'm sure you'd smile if you saw how beautiful our little girl was that night. Always will be, too. She's got your eyes, I'm sure you know that already when you held her in your arms the day she was born. But her's shone a bit brighter than the last time I saw yours. I'd give anything to see you again, just to make your eyes shine just like Katie's did. I'd give the world. Just one more time. I hope the sun hasn't been too hard on you this summer. The trees provide a wonderful shade, right sweetheart? Remember the time we found a white stone in the river? Oh yes, it was an ordinary white stone just like all the others. But remember what you said to me? You took my hand, placed the stone in it and said "See right there? That's the most amazing stone I have ever found in my entire life." I remember trying to keep a straight face. "It's just a stone, Jack. Nothing so compelling or extraordinary about it." You smiled and and looked me in the eyes. "How many times do you stop to find something ordinary with someone extraordinary, and decide that, hey, this is the damndest beautiful thing ever?" I remember struggling to find words, but you told me the one thing I'll cherish for the rest of my life.
"Every day, every single day since the day I found you."
I found home in you, my love. These three years haven't been much of a home, if it wasn't for Katie. I miss you terribly, and so does Katharine. Every day is a struggle to go through without you. But Katie's been such a blessing, and if you could be here with us, you'd know that for sure. I feel you right in my heart, darling. I hope you're sleeping well. The stars shone brighter last night. Thank you for letting us know you'll always be there, as how you'll always be in my heart and mind.
It's getting late now, Katie's almost coming home from class. Yeah, knitting class. She's been talking about it for weeks, not so bad considering she's almost ten. She's been high above her age, pretty smart too. I wish you could be here to see her. Rest well my love. I'll talk to you soon. I love you, always.
She placed the letter in a wooden box before inserting it inside the space she made just beneath the flower bed of tulips and calla-lilies. Jack's favorites. Right beside the cross carved with the words: Jack Mitchell. Forever beloved father, husband, son, friend and lover. Sleep in peace.
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