...with William Hung!
7/27/2008
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7/25/2008
A Letter to My Mom
7/25/08
Dear Mom -
Caleb is here and I wish you could see how big he's gotten.
He was always a good looking kid, but he's really growing out of his teen-age boy awkwardness and showing signs of the man that he'll be. It makes me sad to know that you'll no longer see the results of all the love you showered upon him. It has made him kind. Sweet. Wonderful. People are drawn to him, because he doesn't seem to know any other way to be. You gave him that. In a world full of change and injustice, surrounded by chaos - you brought the light of hope. Something he could reach for when everything was shifting around him. Changing. You were the constant in his life. Now you're gone and I worry that he'll lose his way. His sweet nature. But your influence has survived.
We went to the beach today. I watched him. Playful. Mischievous. Full of life. You would have laughed at his "Polack on the Sea" name for Mike's hypothetical yacht. You would have told that story about how afraid I always was as a child at Lake Geode. And again we'd have heard about how I clung to you and you were afraid that I'd tear your swimsuit. And we'd have laughed, even though we'd heard the story a million times.
I sat in my chair and snapped pictures of him while he played with the exuberance of youth and laughed. I thought of how much you would have enjoyed the day. I don't remember you being much of one for beaches, but somehow the beach, with its seemingly endless horizon and infinite possibility
always makes me think of you.
Dear Mom -
Caleb is here and I wish you could see how big he's gotten.
He was always a good looking kid, but he's really growing out of his teen-age boy awkwardness and showing signs of the man that he'll be. It makes me sad to know that you'll no longer see the results of all the love you showered upon him. It has made him kind. Sweet. Wonderful. People are drawn to him, because he doesn't seem to know any other way to be. You gave him that. In a world full of change and injustice, surrounded by chaos - you brought the light of hope. Something he could reach for when everything was shifting around him. Changing. You were the constant in his life. Now you're gone and I worry that he'll lose his way. His sweet nature. But your influence has survived.
We went to the beach today. I watched him. Playful. Mischievous. Full of life. You would have laughed at his "Polack on the Sea" name for Mike's hypothetical yacht. You would have told that story about how afraid I always was as a child at Lake Geode. And again we'd have heard about how I clung to you and you were afraid that I'd tear your swimsuit. And we'd have laughed, even though we'd heard the story a million times.
I sat in my chair and snapped pictures of him while he played with the exuberance of youth and laughed. I thought of how much you would have enjoyed the day. I don't remember you being much of one for beaches, but somehow the beach, with its seemingly endless horizon and infinite possibility
always makes me think of you.
My Flowers
Apparently I've been a little cranky at work, because the other day one of the lawyers brought me back flowers from the farmer's market while he was at court.
7/24/2008
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