“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the over wrought heart and bids it break.”
–William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My Dear Isaac,
Spring has arrived. Those red tinged buds we loved have sprouted and the robins have returned in the side yard pine tree. The river is high and swift and I’ve been in the kayak three times already. When the sun shines on my face I give thanks and when the breeze bristles my skin I whisper your name.
I went to the first baseball game of the season. The pants this year are white. I couldnt help but think you would have loved that clean, crisp, bright look. As I watched your teammates in the batters box I noticed the strength and growth of their bodies, and thought of you in your uniform and the strength and growth of your body. I always held a feeling of pride in the good genes you got from your father and I and that I fed you well and nursed you long as a baby. You were such a beautiful boy. Your arms would already be a little brown by now and your skin would glisten. Those pearly whites and that beautiful, fortunate son smile would be beaming from the outfield.
Your classmates are preparing for graduation, open houses, and all the festivities of commencement. I marvel at the paths that await them. Watching them grow up with you, I have been a witness to all that it has taken each of them to reach this point. I think of what impact they will have on their worlds. I think about how all your teachers since early elementary said this class was special. I think about what it will be like with most of them moving on and away from here in a few months and how will I keep up with them? Will they come visit me when they visit home?
This week will mark 6 months since I saw your sweet face, hugged your strong body, and told you again I loved you most. Six months since you sent me a text just to say WILY in the middle of the day because you were thinking of me or told me a joke that made me cry with laughter. And it has been six months that I have spent scrutinizing every memory, scanning for evidence of how a boy as precious and loved as you could come to feel so hopeless. Six months of questioning my parenting, my capacity to love, who I am and how I showed up. And now, in the metaphorical spring of loss, I come to a soft landing post. I see that you and I shared an incredible bond, I see that we were blessed with 18 years of infinite, boundless, extraordinary love, and I see that life continues in cycles for all. I know that you are free. I know that I will live in a way that honors you. Though I miss you more than I could ever say, I know for certain that you are here, with me. Whether I am on my knees, begging for mercy, or I am shining like the sun, I carry you with me. You were a part of every decision and thought I had since the moment the blessing of your being merged with mine. And you still are. You are the best there ever was and you made me a better woman. I will no longer allow doubt to erode what I have always known. We loved. We love still.
5 thoughts on “Dear Isaac”
So true, you are blessed, Issac is greatly missed and time will never change this only help soften it. Looking forward to seeing your face and hugging you close. Keep on Keeping on!
Love you always Aunt Joni
I’m crying. Your love for Isaac is true, and strong, and goes on. Love to you.
Signed Mama, in the truest, deepest sense of the word. The Mama we all hope to be. The Mama who knew her son in the most complete way one human can know another. The Mama who continues to stop my heart and my breath with words so delicate and tender. The Mama who, even in her upside down journey of grief, teaches all of us about the beauty and depth of Love. Love. Love. Thank you for writing. Thank you. ❤️
To issac’s Mom. I can only imagine. I believe in your sharing someone coming behind you will be comforted and helped. One day you will realize he wasn’t your first and last thought of that day…..that is the beginning of this wound’s scarring over. You will have it in a very safe place in your heart. Where you can look at it, share it and help others with it. This is the beautiful gift your son gives thru you to other parents who suffer as you do. I will never forget you and your child and I wifi share your story. Take care……..