A Good Man
December 14, 2007 | Remembering
Eleven years ago today a good man left for a better place. On that day our lives changed more than I ever thought possible. It’s important for him to know how the world has righted itself without him. Maybe this letter will wing its way to him via cyber space.
I don’t know if you’re still watching over us. Sometimes I think you are. Just in case you have moved on, I’m sending up a pray this little note will find you.
You’d be so proud of your daughter. “B” has come a long way from teenager to woman. Do you remember how she wanted to be a teacher when she was in fourth grade? She’s accomplished that dream and teaches preschool at a Montessori close to her home. She’s so beautiful. The pureness of her soul shines bright in her eyes everyday. What’s really important, “B” remembers the good things you taught her and practices them.
Your two granddaughters would bowl you over. They’re a pair alright. And so damned cute you’d have to spoil them rotten.
Kid dances her heart out in a zillion classes a week, not to mention special performances, competitions and recitals. At ten she’s taking life by storm. She’s intelligent, creative and a gentle soul. You keep watching over her. There’ll be a time when she’ll need your help.
Little “K” is three now and a pure tiger. You can’t help but love her, even when you want to wring her neck. She has a charm and a laugh that will win her the world. She adores her big sister and imitates her all the time. “K” is so bright for her age and aggressively seeks to learn more.
Our son-in-law is great. He has the ethics and morals you’d treasure, along with being a sports fiend. He works long hours to do right by his family and always manages to laugh. You couldn’t have asked for a better man to love our daughter.
“B” and her gorgeous husband have done a marvelous job of parenting in this age of high costs and peer pressure. The girls lack for nothing, especially love.
Last night we had dinner in their new home. The interaction between our daughter and her family filled me with joy. Yeah, I know I’m old and sentimental. They have so much love and consideration for each that I hope God lets you look down occasionally to share in their lives.
As for me, I’m writing and published. Can you believe that? Who’d have thought my life would make such a big change.
We talk about you and the good times when you were with us. It seems like a lifetime ago now. I love you and continue to hold you in a most private part of my heart, the part that’s reserved for A Good Man.
You take care, Honey. Don’t be ordering those angels around like you’re still a plant manager. St. Pete’s in charge up there.
Until we meet again,