It happened 3 months ago. Three months that passed without my permission, three months of holding my breath underwater, three months of living without Scott to have and to hold. We are getting on, Hershey, Loolie and I. The distant vibrancy of Goa permeates my soul, somewhat inoculating me against the drabness of winter setting in here at home. My two dogs require that I get up each day to face that chill air. Scott’s deep warm voice in my heart demands that I find a reason to smile at least once every 24 hours, reminds me to embrace Luca’s motto that Every Day Is A Good Day. Every day has to be a good day. Otherwise what is it all for, right? We have this day and nothing more. This day will not ask my permission to start or to end.
Jimi Hendrix was a fave of Scott’s and we listened to his music often. The butterflies keep on coming…I hope they always do.
Well she’s walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that’s running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
That’s all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.
When I’m sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
It’s alright she says it’s alright
Take anything you want from me,
Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing
written by Young & Christopher