It was summer. I glanced up from the sink full of dishes, down past the emerald green lawn, through the gate of the straight picket fence, and into the magical area of woodlands, briars, and wetlands beyond. It was there that three boys sought after woodchucks and frogs. It was there that they fabricated spears and guns. It was there they drew each other close and shared secrets. Forts and club houses were built where eyes could not pierce their hiding spots. Those were the boyhood charms of being nine and ten and eleven.
Life continued and time ticked by as they became 30 and 31 and 32. Grown men of beauty and strength. Each on a different road but all still as perfect as when they were small. Blushed cheeks now bronzed, soft chins chiseled and straw hair receeding. Wonderful men doing what they dreamed to do, all those days long ago.
Until this week. This week a dream was dashed and scattered. The hopes for some are gone, the pain of being an adult finally reconned with. Two boys, with two memories, to hold the heart of one now departed into the recesses of a hidden secret place where no eyes will peer.
For me I have been here before, full of shock and disbelief. That all too familiar ache that is rare but still recognizable fills my chest. For them it is raw and they are oozing with grief. Reality has yet to take hold and shock cushions the blow, until the heart and mind catch up with one another.
Memories will ebb and flow as the body compensates for the assault. Time will mark the significance and tears will wash away the hurt. The fact is, life has changed forever, once again. That small tow haired boy with the impish smile and sparkling eyes now grown, will be forever in the hearts of those who love him still. He is imprinted upon souls and thus remains a part of each one he touched. Now it is time to sleep. Peaceful, comforting sleep.Pin It Now!