Wednesday, November 10th, 2010 at
4:32 pm
Dear Marj;
What are you doing leaving us so soon? Your work here isn’t done. You have touched so many people’s lives but there are so many more that need your smile, your gentle yet enthusiastic approach to life. They need your love just as we, who are left behind, still need your total and unconditional love.
I never got to thank you for falling in love with my babies. They shed tears last night when they heard you were in an accident. My baby boy wanted to know who he was going to dance with at the next barn dance if you weren’t there. My son proudly told me, again, how you had taught him how to do the “bump” and he was great at it. He knew because you’d told him how awesome he was. I watched you, you know, as you fell in love with each other.
You keep thanking me for being there the night your son died and how I am willing to listen to your stories over and over again about this precious boy, this first born child of yours, that was taken so abruptly from you. But you don’t understand, my wonderful lady, how precious the gift of your stories, is to me. You don’t understand how honoured I am that you will bare your soul and the depths of your loss with me. You don’t understand that you taught me the most precious thing I can do is to listen. To not have a comment ready, to not make some meaningless soothing sounds, just to be there for you when you need to talk.
You left too soon. What about the book you were going to write? The book that was going to be entitled “While a mother waits and watches”. The photo I was going to take of you standing, with curtain drawn, looking out into the pitch black night, waiting for your son to come home. The photo for the book cover. Remember? It’s not done. You left too soon.
Who am I going to tease about being so much older than me when you turned another year older just a few short months before I got there? You left too soon. We’ve got years left before we had to part.
Who am I going to laugh and cry with at the same time when everyone else thought we were nuts? You left too soon. We’re not done yet.
Who’s going to fill the hole you’ve left behind? In so many lives including mine.
You’re not done yet. It’s too soon. Can we just go back to yesterday? Extend your journey home so that you are at that intersection just 15 seconds earlier or later? It’s a relatively small thing to ask as you have more to give and you’re not done giving yet.
If only I’d known, instead of giving you a quick hug and a casual “see you later”, I’d have held onto you and told you how much I love and appreciate you.
If only I’d known you were going to be leaving with so much left to do, I’d have done things differently.
I love you Marj and I know you’re dancing with your son right now but lady, I hope you know how much we’re going to miss you. How very big the hole is that you are leaving in all our hearts and lives.
Thank you for being who you are, to all of us,
Joyce