Tomas

Today 

is the birthday 

of my sons father, 

my former husband, 

and though he’s been dead 

for almost 30 years

there’s not a Christmas Eve 

when I’ve not thought of him – 

and given thanks for his presence in my life.

We didn’t have forever, 

we had impermanence.

We didn’t have perfect, 

we had flawed…

but we had real – 

in all its manifestations.

Tomas, I’m glad you were born.

 I’m glad you were you 

and we were us.

Without you, 

these guys wouldn’t be here – 

being who they are – 

and my world would be 

infinitely diminished.

If bringing them into the world 

was reason alone 

for our time together, 

then we were a great success.

Happy Birthday, TR!

You would be very proud of our sons; 

they're the best things 

we ever did!

In case you think you don't 'live on'
take a look at this -

and reconsider!

And then look at our grandson -
who bears your name.

 He'd melt your heart!

You are missed.
You are remembered.
You are loved.