I haven’t had a good gut-wrenching, chest-thumping ugly cry in awhile.
I had one yesterday.
Taking clothes off the line to bring indoors before nightfall, I was suddenly overcome with emotion.
I remembered Dominic’s graduation presentation in our back yard. I thought about my daughter’s wedding and how he was missing another important event. Then I pictured my grandson who would never know Uncle Dominic in three dimensions-only by flat photos and through our renderings of him.
How can it possibly be five years since I last saw that face, hugged that neck, heard that voice?
And what has become of us in the meantime?
We are more
More compassionate, more deliberate in maintaining connection with one another, more focused on what really matters, more likely to cry in movies, more willing to drive or fly or walk or swim to get to the people we love. Five minutes of face-to-face makes it worthwhile.
We are less tolerant of petty grievances, less sure that bad things don’t happen to “good” people, less likely to sweat the small stuff and less inclined to assume we know another heart’s story when we first meet her. We don’t take anything for granted.
Walking into wedding weekend is another giant challenge. Full of beautiful things and special moments and wonderful friends.
But we all carry Dominic-his life, light and death-with us everywhere we go.
So I’m sure there will be moments when my heart shows up on my face.
I’m bringing a hanky. ❤