Monday, April 1, 2013
Good Night, Sweet Saffey
spelled S A F E, if I'm being correct. We could never have known how meant for us you were on that day.
"That one? Are you sure?" we called from across the room.
"Yes, yes!" our Sara jumped up and down.
How many she'd declined before she saw your face and knew, knew certain as certain could be.
She was so right. No greater gift has ever been shared among us.
Good night, sweet Saffey...
With thanks for giving us so much and asking so little. Thank you for keeping my Sara warm and my Sam busy and my Lucy feeling important and needed. Thank you for giving Daddy purpose at 5 AM and reminding me I was never alone, especially during my most sleepless nights.
Thank you for all the sticky petting you suffered, not just from us, but all the family and a host of neighbor's children who now will walk past our doorstep wistfully wishing you were there. Thank you for chasing away the field mice and for leaving some at our back door - I couldn't have known what precious gifts they were, at the time. Thanks for being the most quiet but most constantly good and giving member of our family. You were, indeed, and always will be a magical spirit in our lives.
I'm so glad you passed to the next life on a bright and happy day, outside where you most loved to be when not snuggled with someone inside. I hope you're resting well and lolling about in a rich field of green, green grass, warming in the sun, knowing that we are missing you so desperately but wanting nothing but joy for you in your next life. I hope we'll have the chance to hold you again some day.
Until then, good night, sweet Saffey...
Posted by A Writer, Of Course at 7:26 PM