While walking out of my assignment tonight I got this text from my sweet man Carl he is insecure that its not perfect. Something about the nose not right etc etc blah blah blah. I need him to know that art created from your heart while its breaking from such a loss is the most perfect art ever created. His text that he painted this for me and its called Bob gone but never forgotten Brought a smile to my face. And a flood of gratitude that I had to stop on the sidewalk and look around and remember that every time I went away on my trips it was he & Todd that loved him and cared for him so he might not notice I was gone so much. It was my two beautiful caring love partners that brought him up the stairs every night fed him walked him snuggled him. It is not lost on me the long list of people that were the community over the years that kept Bob upright and distracted so that daddy could work. I will always be grateful for that. Yet again I am reminded that every single event in this life matters. When I receive these dedications my heart collapses and I am revealed once again how truly heroic and robust the human spirit is. Tonight that kindness is in Carls heart. As I sit here alone in yet another empty hotel room I am silenced with tears. I am held up against a light that can never be dimmed out. I am held up by those that love me. I am so very humbled by this gesture that I cant see the letters I am typing. I can only feel this incredible healing. I can hardly feel the keys I am typing. I can only breathe away the pain. I love you Carl Norman Borey. I love you so deeply. I can see you. I see all of you and every part of you and what you create is absolutely perfect. David
Posted on: Sat, 15 Mar 2014 04:38:40 +0000
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