|Cat Magnet Man|
|Kid Magnet Man|
There's a grief-shaped crater of Chesapeake Bay proportions, in your place.
Upon your stage left exit, my immediate reaction was, naturally, most colorful with a Khan-esque NOOOOOOOOOOOO! You woulda loved it – très dramatic. As Jen put it "very Italian." See? You missed a good show.
Our delicate kitten, Coco, is having a hard time with all the, bang, bang, bang of the fireworks. The two of you should be ensconced in your study with Louis blaring, just like every year.
Miles, Bethanie, Oni, Jen, Celeste and I were with you throughout the day – all taking turns holding onto you. Jen and I actually arroved at midnight after a call from the docs. At the very last, your hand was in mine, as it had been all day, Jen and Celeste were at your sides. Could you feel us? Did you hear me telling you that I love you, you're doing a great job and it's OK to let go?
|TAB and newborn Olivia|
I'm sorry and I'm not. You were so far off in pain and illness induced La La Land. You were thinking, every five minutes, that we could get up and leave. You were certain that there was a batter, just across the room, who really needed to swing at that damn pitch. You were convinced that we were rudely holding back the soda and cake. (FYI – I would NEVER have kept you away from your half moons and strawberry ginger ale – it was those damn medics!)
Fully unaware that you were hours from full system collapse, spinning out fantasies seemed a lot more right than speaking reality. See? I can so be nice.
You would've enjoyed my pronouncement at the last Family Meeting after Miles and I made the call re: yur continued existence. Faced with your immense pain, mondo agitata, horrible confusion and nasty ass, dire health projections, we decided enough was enough. Alive but in gross discomfort and unhappiness was a nonstarter — it was time to let you go. Fighting to keep a Mississippi's worth of tears at bay, I said to the team of docs — I want you to morphine the shit outta him. I want him to float down Bliss River without fear, pain or any discomfort. Boom, let's do this thing now!
And they did.
As you drifted down that Feel Good med stream, I wonder if you heard me telling you what a good job you were doing at this battle with yur bod. Did you hear me say that I love you madly, that I need you badly? Did you hear me tell you that you did an incredible job both in raising Miles and in being my wondrous, supportive, loving and brilliant life partner. It's because of you that I'm in any way at any time mellow. My sense of humor is all your doing. If I'm at all unpretentious in my writing, it's due to your fab advice. You showed me that it's ok to be me — that I could be me AND be loved for, not despite, that.
You were my world.
It's raining here in Valhalla today and that feels tremendously appropriate.