that i have to keep going? yes. i draw for him. i sew for him. i quilt for him. i write for him. i hope he can see. i hope he is proud. i close my eyes and remember all the other things i have made, and here his voice as he complimented me, and his eyes, that twinkle, that softening as his love put its warmth around me. he was my biggest fan.
i hope he is waiting.
please, dearest God, let him be waiting for me. "i want him so. i need him so. i love him so."