Thank you for giving birth to my husband, Colo. I don’t know as a child if I met you. But I do remember meeting him. These are the things I want you to know.
Colo is so guarded, as am I. When we were young teens, he moved me to the inside of the sidewalk (when we were walking together). And he simply said, if a car hit us – it will hit me first.
He shared with me photo albums. Well one. And you were in there, all throughout the photo album. He pointed everyone out except for you, which I noticed And I didn’t say anything.
But at the end, he inhaled so heavily, and while he exhaled in the most bravest of ways he said, “this is my mom”.
His grief is as fresh today as the first day. I have my own version of loss and grief. He and I understand each other. We know how to nurture each other.
He is downstairs with your namesake, and she and he are doing her 5th grade math homework together. And just like I remember him when we were young, he is letting his girl teach him what he already knows. He does that because he is way more patient that I am.
I just want you to know that I love your son. I am just so messy in love with him.