Little sweetheart, I had the most wonderful blessing of your presence this morning and into last night. You came to me in dreams. We were together in the lobby of a lovely old hotel. The weather was glorious as we walked through the doors together - mild and fine but not too warm, not too blindingly sunny, just the way you most like it.
And when we walked out of the day into the cozy, charming lobby there, so familiar and inviting, everyone seemed to know us, smiling and friendly and welcoming us back. The concierge called us by name and politely handed us our keys, delighted that we had returned and proud to tell us that they had prepared our favorite room just for we two.
As we walked upstairs together, I held you in my arms and I can still feel your body, which fits so perfectly into the curvature of my own, even now as I type this, even as I woke.
Indeed, little sweetheart, your signature sweet scent has mysteriously been in the air the last several days somehow, often in the hall late at night when I go out there. I know you are near. And I’m grateful and want more than anything to be taken, returned to your side, soon and forever. I love you with all my heart and soul.
Such a wonderful blog. So mournful at times, yet an absolutely beautiful tribute to your beloved muse.
ReplyDeleteI used to go school with Summer, many years ago. I'm not sure how often you check your Bipolar Explorer Gmail account, but I sent you one message and was hoping to send you a second message with some happy childhood memories from when I knew her.
Just a few candid moments from the classroom that are sure to brighten your day.
Thank you, Liz! Sending love! xM
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