With a heart full of love

Little sweetheart, I have so many things to tell you and write about. And I am going to right away! I have to go on a long train ride to and from Boston over the weekend, so that will be a good chance to. But right now, right this minute while I'm thinking about it, I want to tell you something that happened and happens to me that makes me think of and know that you are near. 

On Mondays I go to see that nice lady who has been helping me, my grief counselor. Her office is all the way over on the Upper East Side and there is no good way of getting over there in a hurry. It's almost always just as fast and just as good to take the long walk. I walk through the park, little sweetheart. Past Tavern on the Green and Poets Corner and the bandshell and Bethesda Fountain and the boathouse and the lagoon and I come out finally on 5th Avenue and keep walking. 

Part of the journey takes me through Sheep Meadow and for years, when the weather is nice, I have seen an older lady painting a huge canvas there near the edge, by the gate on the far side, of the skyline as seen from that vantage. I'm often in a hurry and I've never stopped to say hi or introduce myself. Until today. I stopped and I told her that I have meant to say forever how much I like her work and how nice it is always to see her there. And she was very nice sweetheart and thanked me and said what a lovely day it was and I agreed and we said our so longs and I was on my way. And I got just a few feet away and I burst into tears, little sweetheart. Because every time I am kind to someone, I feel my heart fill with love and I know that you are with me. You are my treasure, little sweetheart. And you always will be. Thank you, my love. Thank you.