Sunday, April 7, 2013 (98 weeks)
I know you love snow. But hey, enough now! The “blanket of Willy” you are bestowing upon us is pretty extreme. I get it. Yes, it is spring in Alberta and no one loved snow more than you. I imagine you up there mixing up more and more snow wanting to give all your friends the gift of a snow day! Come to think of it, there hasn’t been one yet this school year and the snow days in spring were always the ones you loved the most.
As it piles up and covers the grass yet again, I do find myself smiling at it (from time to time?). You, Will, always wanting to have the last word have done it again.
Love you little one… more than you loved snow.
Saturday, July 23, 2011 (8 weeks, 6 days)
Hey little sun,
After a night of hearing the steady, hypnotic pitter patter of rain through my open bedroom window, I woke this morning to the sun trying to push the clouds out of its path on what appeared to be a mission to make the day a sunny one rather than another day of clouds and intermittent rain. The raindrops still hung in the trees and time seemed to stand still; the only thing moving was my chest rising up and down with each breath and a raindrop here and there falling from the trees to the ground below. As I lay in my bed staring out of my window at the treetops as I do most mornings, a branch way up high was sparkling like crazy. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it and so, I played a game (oh, you’d like this, Will, another game!) where I would close my eyes for five seconds and then re-open them to see if I could find the sparkle again. The sparkle always caught my eye. Though I knew it was a raindrop playing with the rays of the sun, I imagined that it was you way up high in the tree, saying, “Hey mom, look at me, look at me! I’m up here and I see you”. Each time I closed my eyes or looked away the sparkle again would draw me to that branch. As that sparkle danced in the sunshine I watched and watched, and I was drawn into this little dance with you. You are a sparkle, Will. Always were and always will be.
Keep dancin’ little sun — for me and for all who knew and loved you and will forever.
Love you like a sparkly bus,
Our Finn and Old Buck
Thursday, March 28, 2013 (676 days without you)
Jess, next door, put old Buck down yesterday. Over the last year and a bit his quality of life was diminishing quite rapidly and understandably so. At almost 15 years old (105 in doggie years) he wasn’t the same Buck you’d have remembered. Oh, how you loved that dog and he, you. When I spoke to Jess today she told me that one of her fondest memories was when you and Ben would wander over to their house when they were just new to our cul-de-sac to ask if you could take Buck for walks. I will always remember how cute the two of you looked with Buck as I watched your backs head down the street. It will be odd to not see old Buck out and about but my heart smiles knowing that now he has you. He has you to take him for walks pain-free in heaven. And you have an old pal to keep you company; to sit at your feet, to pet, and to cuddle up to. It’s no secret that you always wanted a dog… And now you have one of the best.
Take care of each other up there. I know you will find him… you’ll see him, Will, for he is the old yellow lab with the tail that never, ever stops wagging. Miss you, Willy.
Love you like a bus full of labs,
May 22, 2012 (… one year)
My dear little Will,
One year ago today and it feels like minutes and forever all at once. Flashbacks, tears, trembling, it all comes back to these moments and the impact of the two little words… “I’m sorry”. Those two words reverberate over and over in my head. The two words every
Rasta Will and “a scary I dont’ remember who?”
Monday, October 31, 2011 (162 days)
It’s Halloween today and one of your favourite days of the year. What could be more perfect than a sack full of candy and a bona fide chance to be silly ALL day?! A definite shoe-in for an almost perfect WillBilly day… the only thing missing would be snow. And Continue reading