Saturday, April 11, 2009

I Will Miss You The Most

This is one of the very first entires I wrote in my personal journal after Jae's death.
It is dated in May 2004.


I will miss you the most in the summer, I think.
Watching lightning bugs and listening to the whipporwills. I recall the night you got up and I could see you silhouetted in our bedroom doorway
crying that “the wisperwillers” were keeping you awake.
Our whippoorwills left when you did and have not come back.
I will miss you when I look up into the starry night sky at Buffalo River and
then sleeping head-to-head with you in our tiny camper.
I will miss seeing you in swimsuits and sunglasses and smelling all like suntan lotion.
Us comparing our tan lines to see who was darker. (ME!)
I will miss seeing your cute feet in sandals.
I will miss getting you ready and off to cheer camp and the early morning cheerleading practices at the end of summer.
It occurs to me that no one could sing the “poor sick penguin” like you and I will miss that you will never make me laugh by singing it again.
I loved watching you work with the preschoolers in VBS and I will remember your talent each and every year and wish that you could work it again.
Yes. I will miss you in the summer.

But I think I will miss you most in the Autumn.
The ambiance of a Friday night football game will forever wash over me and remind me of you.
I will miss your daddy talking to you through the PA system and thanking all the bases when they caught you after a stunt.
I will miss you when the weather turns cool because I will recall how beautiful
you were in turtlenecks and sweaters.
I will miss you at bonfires and after-game parties.
I wish you would be here with me to notice all the changing leaf colors around our house.
I will miss seeing what interesting and unusual character you decided
to be each year for Halloween.
(Oh wait. Of course. You would be a pig.)
You won’t be there to plan and anticipate the upcoming holidays.
Yes, I will miss you in the Autumn.

But I think I may miss you the most in the Winter.
The times you spent shivering in our living room complaining of the cold.
It always confused us as to why you would choose to freeze
by wearing a sports bra and soffee shorts.
I will miss you crawling into our bed and sleepily whining to us about how warm and cozy it was compared to yours. And now, there’s no one except me at our house who understands
how wonderful a two hour bath can be.
I’ll miss you terribly in our Thanksgiving prayer circle before our meal.
I’ll wish you were with us when we go to the malls the day after Thanksgiving.
And then at Christmas, when our family carols to our friends and neighbors on Christmas Eve, our song will miss your sweet warbly little voice.
On Christmas morning, our bed will still be warm and cozy but I will long for it to be crowded with your presence as your daddy reads the Christmas story.
Oh! How I will miss you in the Winter.

But I think I may miss you most in the Spring.
You and I both loved to pick flowers, but neither of us had any interest in tending them.
Jonquils will forever remind me of how you picked a huge bouquet to brighten your room
on the very day before you left us.
I will miss cheerleading competitions and holding you together during the week of try-outs.
I will miss all the yearbook signings and the proms that aren’t to be.
Spring is the season of new life, but from now on, when I hear the birds singing their first song of Spring, I will I recall how sad they sounded the year you left.
How did they know?
A grim anniversary now reminds me of things other than new life.
I will always miss you in the Spring.

I will miss you in all seasons and in between all seasons.
I will always wonder what jobs you would have had and what profession you would have chosen. I will miss watching you love a man as much as I love your daddy and I was looking forward to watching you love a daughter as much as I love you.
I think I will always long for you when I see Casey and Abby alone or enjoying
themselves together.
A family of four just seems wrong.
Your death has left the same type of frustrating pain as a song that ends abruptly just when it was reaching it’s most beautiful crescendo. I expected much more life and beauty from you and then your death came at the peak of your song.
We almost had a glimpse of what you would be like as an adult, but now
we will forever strain for that vision.
My life, my outlook, my personality, my past and my future are all different now.
There is much I do not understand about all of this.
One thing I do know is that I will miss you the most in the
Summer, Autumn, Winter and Spring.

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