Just a few minutes ago at dusk, as the moon was up but yet there was still light enough to see everything outside, I went out there and sat on my steps and looked up at the moon. I remembered all the times we looked at that moon together. Then I looked across the field that is across the road from my house, my eyes took me to the woods at the far end of that field and just as I saw you and have seen you ever since you died, you were standing there. Standing at the edge of the woods and your blonde hair was still long. You were standing there in a pretty black dress, ready to go to a play, a symphony, or the opera like you always loved to do. You stand there at the edge of the woods staring at me. Ready to go somewhere that gave you much pleasure.
I know now, as I did the first time I saw you, that it’s really not you. The darkness is a certain dark tree trunk and your hair is a light part of that tree. But I like to pretend that it is you, all dressed up and ready to do what you loved.
And then I looked at the moon once more, looked at the wisteria on the other side of my yard and remember the 18 year old girl that stood for pictures to be taken before her prom, in that pretty red dress.
And then I went inside. Goodnight my Kaitlyn. Enjoy your symphony…..