love, to love

~ for Mom & Dad ~ love … was the air that you breathed … there was no course navigated no interaction made no thought processed or act completed no example set as people or parents that didn’t have that concern as its primary edict … and while life has blessed me far beyond what a fool like me could ever hope to deserve, there is not and never will be a grace granted me that exceeds the very simple, very precious gift of having been your son … time does NOT make the loss of you any easier or kind but I have found strength in the promise of carrying on, at least in my best efforts and hopeful intentions, your inestimable legacy … of love. ( I miss you like lovers miss moonlite )