I have written a lot in the annals of the Fubar Blog sector. I wrote it for me. Days pass and the things and moments and emotions that are so powerful pass too. "This too, shall pass" - is a phrase I am often told regarding hardships, sorrow, fear, doubt, pain and all the other things I might feel inclined to rant about, to shake a fist at, to stomp into the dusty road of my life. But it also holds true for those moments of laughter and pure joy that I swear I will never forget, but sometimes I might - sometimes I do. So I write it down for future review. I will print it out for my children and grandchildren, and great grandchildren and great great grandchildren to read.
On December 4th, 2006 I wrote about a symphony. It was a metaphor for the magical moment of watching my grandson, Harper Wayne Gibson be born into the world. It was flowing with the energy of my daughter, Fae, laboring to bring her son into the world. Today is my grandson's third birthday. I have no address to send him a present, I have no wiggly giggly boy to hug and kiss. I have no magic beans to plant to grow and reach into a realm unknown.
So am I poor? No. Because tonight I will dream and I will find my grandson. The train whistle from the movie - Polar Express - was one of the sounds he heard, he lived right next to the train that rang out so loud - I CAN DO IT! I will just follow the sound waves into a place where we can feel each other.