I saw a man running with his dog today. I paused to think how lucky he was that they could do that together. While that’s something WE never did, I couldn’t help but to yearn for the days that we played Frisbee in the yard or would run the rest of the way home when we were on a walk and it started to rain. I thought about when you’d see someone outside that you really liked and you would hunker down to play with them, all while making funny noises to show your excitement and joy in the moment.
I want to take a walk with you. I want you to be able to go like you used to, to smell the smells, to visit with friends in the neighborhood that you helped us make. But our walks are now two houses down and two houses back. You stop to smell things and sometimes lose your balance. I try to stay positive and keep telling you how good you’re doing, even though you’re starting to realize that I’m lying.
Somehow, through the tears I’m shedding while writing this, a song keeps playing in my head called “The Luckiest”. I don’t suppose it’s a mistake.
I don't get many things right the first time,
In fact, I am told that a lot
Now I know all the wrong turns the stumbles,
And falls brought me here
And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face,
Now I see it every day
And I know
That I am, I am, I am, the luckiest
I love you more than I have
Ever found the way to say