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,