The Inner Sunset

Little sweetheart, most of the time when we were in your apartment in San Francisco were either alighting in your kitchen at the little breakfast nook or in your room with its crimson curtains and duvet cover. There was an entire living room, of course, but those two were our preferred spots to linger. Sometimes, though the light pouring through the windows in that room drew us to sofa - or like this - to the dining table, where you'd crawl into my lap and take me in your arms. I can still remember exactly how that felt. Thank you for finding me, my love.

But For You...

It's been a sad life, little sweetheart, but your presence and our tragically brief years together still burn like the sun.

You saved me in life and you guide me through the rest. I know that I will find you again - tears streaming down my face when I get to the Other Side, run to you and collect you in my arms. It was all a mistake - except for you. You are the why.

Let me do my best work until that day. I know it's want you want because you literally send it to me in dreams! I'm sure the other angels must get a little jealous, having transcended this dumbass planet.

Angel 435: "Hey! You can't do that".

Summer: "No, it's alright - I cleared it with St Peter. And Michael will be here soon, anyway. We have a show next week (heaven hours are unknowable, might be in 20 years)! Ask St Christopher!"

Love you forever.

 

Maybe a surprise...

Little sweetheart, this may come as a bit of a surprise (or maybe not) but I got ordained today! It was actually Sylvia who suggested it. She'd read about a non-denominational diocese called The Universal Life Church that has a very simple procedure and is often used by lay people so they can become officiants for things like weddings. When I thought about it, I realized that a couple of people we know from theatre - your friend Coy and a director friend of mine, Bob Moss - had done it themselves. I think my friend Caroline Swift (also from the theatre) had done so too. Anyway, yeah... yiu can call me Father Michael, if you're so inclined, little sweetheart!

Edna Passes

Little sweetheart, I'm sure you already know because you probably just spotted her in the cafeteria and dropped your tray but Edna O'Brien passed away today. 

It was her adaptation of her own first novel, "The Country Girls " into the play Tir na nOg - a difficult work, written more like a screenplay but directed faithfully and brilliantly by our friend, Artistic Director, Chris Smith - at San Francisco's Magic Theatre that was how we met, little sweetheart. 

The unpredictable event that brought you and I together and twinned our souls. 

I know you will be the kindest person she meets in Heaven. We are our souls. And yours is the purest among them. I know you'll greet her warmly. Thinking of you...

Also from the 4th...

Little sweetheart, also from the Oregon trip - we went on a long river cruise. It was July but breezy on the river and you are all bundled up in your hoodie, just your gorgeous face peeking out under enormous sunglasses.

In Oregon on the 4th...

Little sweetheart, I remembering today our trip to the Oregon coast with your family and what great fun we had. It was just less than six weeks since my mom had unexpectedly passed and your folks were so incredibly kind to me (as always). I can't imagine having gone through it without you by my side. You kept me aloft with your love (as always).

 

 

Throw Back Black n White

A favorite newly found picture of you here, little sweetheart, taken with one of those disposable black & white cameras I used to keep handy in the pre-iPhone days. You're in your PJs sitting at my desk. Love you forever.