Run Like the Wind Air Bear!

His presence filled our house,
His absence overwhelms our home.

Friday nights are hard. The last three weeks have been loaded with distractions. I've been swimming up stream attempting to be where I should be. On Wednesday I felt a feather light brush of air swipe my face inside of the house. Strong enough to know it was moving air, the gust tailed out to a faint whisper. Where the air came from I didn't pause to consider. The puff lit a thought of Aaron.

Where did he come from, why did he go? He was so here and now he is so far gone.
"Run like the wind, Air Bear!" The world as we live it stopped at the moment I felt the brush, and my mind replayed those memories people say "at least you have". The memories of my young son saying in a too husky voice "Doin' Dad? Goin ta woahk?" or the tall, strong young man trying to get a start in life saying in resigned disbelief, "Man Dad, I can't believe I can't get hired at Milios".

The gentle touch of those memories can knock me down. Memories of Patrick's younger days bring smiles, laughs and end in content comfort. Memories of Aaron who I can't hug, bring comfort, smiles, and laughs until they end in the ache pounding in my head, chest, and eyes. Pressure releases through tears and I move away from my memories. They are air.

From where the wind comes and goes, no man knows.

Remembering,
Tom