Kaitlyn, I saw you today. I was standing outside in the yard playing with our dog after 5pm. I looked across the front yard, across the road, past the field to the woods behind the field. You were standing there, your blonde hair was long and you were dressed in a beautiful black dress, like the one you wore to your first Opera. I didn’t see you that night, but I know the dress you wore. You had complained after you went that there were some people that didn’t dress for the opera anymore but went casual though many people were dressed up just like you were. You thought that worth dressing up for.
I saw you standing there so beautiful ready for a night of culture, the kind of things you loved so much. You were walking toward me but you somehow stayed in the same place. I was outside about 30 minutes but I looked at you so many times and you remained there, looking at me. Then in my mind’s eye I saw you as you turned and slowly walked away back into the woods back to where I can never reach you or see you, back to where you thought it best you go.
Kaitlyn, I know that what I saw was not you. It was a trunk of a tree perhaps and shadows and lightness in places in the woods, but I wanted to see you so my mind made it become real. You were beautiful Kaitlyn. I hope the opera was wonderful. Maybe I will go with you to one one day like we always talked about.
I love you and miss you so.