Kiddo was out playing, today.  I remembered a conversation that John and I had had many years ago- long before kiddo came along.  John was commenting that our farm would be the perfect place for a kid(s) to grow up.  Room to run.  Woods to play in.  Trees in the woods to climb in.  Friends would have a blast playing, too.

I was thinking about this as kiddo was playing outside, today.  John as a child loved to play G.I. Joe/ army guy.  He always fondly mentioned his adventures.  I was reflecting on childhood innocence and how it is such a wonderful time it is.  I hoped that Nathaniel would have a good childhood and hoping that I’ll someday be remembered as being a good parent.  I wondered what Nathaniel would enjoy doing in his boyhood.  By this time, I’d walked inside and happened to glance out on the deck… John’s deck… that he wanted so badly, but never got to enjoy.  And there… sitting on the railing was a beautiful mourning dove.  Standing there quietly.  Peacefully.

I smiled.


About Mary K. Smith

I was widowed in July 2009, when I lost my beloved husband, John, to melanoma. Cancer SUCKS. We have a young son who was just a year old when his father died. I live on a small farm in Maryland which is home to horses, cats, and a dog. I started this blog as a way for me to heal, a way to remember my husband, and eventually I'd like to share it with our son so he can see the love that his father had for him, the love that we had for each other, what a great person his father was, and how hard his father fought to live.
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2 Responses to Remembering

  1. Marge says:

    What a nice thing to have happen.

  2. Marci says:

    Oh my…my heart caught in my throat and its so beautiful….

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