One Week Post Op

Dear Ravi,

I am one week out from surgery and slowly recovering. You would think I am very boring, all I want to do is sleep. The dogs are getting rather impatient with me; they want to go for walks! Nikki has been a good cat and is staying indoors. Your baby trees are growing like mad. I can see almost ripe cherries on the one tree and baby crab apples on the other. So far, the birds have not noticed them yet. My plan is to wait until all the cherries are ripe, pick them, and make a pie for a friend.

We are two days away from your birthday and I am in something of a fog. My Garmin can measure my heart rate, my stress levels, how far I travel in a day, but it cannot measure a broken a heart. The sky is blue, birds or singing, life goes on, but you are gone. I miss you deeply. On your birthday Daddy, Roberta and I will meet on the parish green to talk about you, laugh and cry. It seems a fitting way to honor your memory. We will also go into the chapel to visit your ashes, but I know that you are not truly there. You are outside where the wind blows and the birds fly free. I hope you have a wonderful celebration in heaven. Love you forever, Mom.