Palm Sunday, 28 March 2021
Dear son,
It’s a beautiful Sunday morning. So good to feel the sunshine and see everything looking so lush.
Yesterday, there was a memorial service for my friend’s son, Dylan. He was 22. He passed away during COVID lockdown.
Dylan’s mum spoke at the memorial, so did his dad, and his uncle John. Each of them said how not a day goes past without them thinking of Dylan. He was a beautiful young man, sadly missed.
It was inevitable, I suppose, that you would come to mind as well, because not a day goes past for me without thinking of you. I wonder if you’re OK, what your character is like, how it is for you as another birthday approaches.
In a way, we’re lucky. Although we’re currently lost to each other, neither of us are completely gone. Dylan’s memorial made me realise, yet again, not to wait to say the things we want to say to those we love.
I sent your Easter card to you on Friday. It had a simple message, which was: How are you?
I’d like you to know that when you’re able to reply, your response will be welcome with an open mind and a generous heart. No judgement, just love.
Dad. xx
With perfect timing, your cousin Matt, who’s at sea, last night shared a link to a song he wanted us to hear. It’s by the Dixie Chicks.