WESLEY'S BIRTHDAY
Wednesday, November 24, 2010

This is the Wesley that I met when I was eight years old and he was 10. Our son Hunter is starting to look more and more like him. Hunter's chin is narrowing and his eyes and eyebrows are looking more like a young man's and less like our little boy's.

People ask me what I would say to Wesley if I had one more chance to speak with him. Honestly, I do believe we said all there was to say before he died. I have no regrets about any of the time we did or did not spend together. We were the best that we could be and shared years of happiness and tribulations together, just as every marriage experiences.

He comes to me in my dreams sometimes. Not as often as he used to, but he does still come. Now when he visits, he says nothing. He just watches Hunter, smiles at me and shakes Hot Guy's hand. If he knows of us where he is, he knows we are happy and that it took years to heal from the loss of him, but Hunter and I are healing and living a good life. He would want that more than life itself, because that's the kind of man he was.

Happy Birthday, Wesley. Give your dad a hug for me, would you?