Rayce's first day of first grade.
Still praying for the Demick family and still losing sleep over their tragedy.
What would you do if this beautiful little boy was yours, and was gone??
And, last but not least, September 9th marks two and half years since Anthony passed.
I miss him every minute of every day.
Still.
I always will.
But it has gotten much easier, and I'm sure it will continue to get easier still.
I love you most, Anthony, now, forever, always...
Awwww Rayce looks SO handsome! I love the expression on his face in the closeup. <3
ReplyDeleteI couldn't help thinking about little Acen on Corbin's first day of kindergarten. I read his obituary, and how excited he was to be starting school. :'n( I cried because I missed Corbin, and then I cried because Corbin is growing up, and then I cried because Acen isn't growing up anymore.
My heart is with everyone who loses someone, and it still includes you, Bonnie. I think of your loss just about every day, as strange as it may sound. I love you a million, and I know that Anthony did too.
I saw a movie that reminded me of you guys. It's a documentary called Ram Dass Fierce Grace. Ram Dass is a great philanthropist and philosopher who unexpectedly had a stroke and was/is recovering. At any rate, a young woman, named Abby, who knew him from earlier in her life, sought council with him after her boyfriend was murdered.
The part that struck me, reminding me of you and Anthony and Jason, was actually the recounting of a dream that Abby had:
[Abby] In April, a month or so after the murders, I woke up one morning to a dream after a dream. Finally, he had come. We're having, finally, our first talk after it happened. "Oh my God, where have you been? Where are you? What the hell am I supposed to do now?" Finally, that interaction.
[Ram Dass] Good, good.
[Abby] It was good. He had me, he could embrace me, hands all the way around both sides. And I was kissing his temples. He had freckles. The last question I asked him was one that had been scaring me, if I would find someone again here to love, to manifest what we were incubating. He said, "Abby, this was small peanuts." He said, "And when you find that love, I'm part of it."
I think that's true for all of us... we don't really lose "love". Because, like our life energy, it can't be lost. It can only change and manifest in new ways. xoxo