The day you were born was full of joy as were many days to follow…
I struggle, the month of March. I know it’s coming… so I fill my days with projects and things to keep my downtime to a minimum. I get anxious, anticipating the flood of bittersweet memories, the pain of knowing what was lost when you left us.
Being here, alone and without you, isn’t the problem. You are in a better place than any of us – but it’s the crazy memories that flip the day, upside down, from extreme highs and extreme lows as they flood my soul.
The funny thing is… I see you everywhere and immediately feel pressure deep within my chest – as I look at something that one of your nephews or niece is doing, or saying, or daring to do. Maybe it’s that look your brother and sister throw my way or maybe it’s the constant strength and laughter that your father brings daily into our lives.
Scot, how in the world do you find a way to show up in so many different things that make it easy to remember you?!
So, I make sure I get laughter to happen in the month of March. It’s guaranteed, you might see tears in my eyes and not just sad, either. No day passes me by, that I am not reminded of a wonderful memory, a funny story, a crazy act of fearlessness or a ‘Scotty look of compassion’.
I so, so, so – am missing your hugs! But I’ll be seeing you in all the familiar places… Scot “mcnizzle” Myers. Forever young!
