I Still Love You

My dear sweet Son,

How do you describe something that was once a real, a beautiful, living soul that gets transformed into something that is a living legacy?

Over the years, I’ve tried my best to share you with the world. Somedays are easier to do that than others.

I’m not sure what today is.

I remember the days when pictures cut like a knife. I put them all away. I told you I was so sorry; I knew you understood. You still loved me.

I remember the days when saying your name shattered my heart even more than I thought possible. So, I wouldn’t say your name. I knew you understood. You still loved me.

I remember when hearing stories about you would only make the tears overflow into a puddle. So I closed my ears and wouldn’t listen. I knew you understood. You still loved me.

Then, it began with some pictures, usually baby pictures, I could look at your beautiful blue eyes, smiling through my tears. I knew you understood. You still loved me.

I learned once again to say your name again with pride and my shattered heart was learning to put pieces back in place. I knew you understood. You still loved me.

I enjoy hearing stories about you. I hope people will tell me more. I hope they’ll say your name. I want them to show me their favorite pictures of you.

I know you understand because you still love me. And I still love you.