no. 225 the interlude

as the titanic sank, the band kept playing
convinced the ship was invincible, ridiculously optimistic, the music continued-
until it stopped.

i have read and reread my last post-it's practically been my screen saver-it's time for me to face the music.

so, basically, mr. ben needed a break.

moving here was hardest on him, something we all knew
it's hard enough to be a grown-up making big decisions
it's harder still when you're a little guy and you don't get too much say so in the process.

the woods in virginia have been all he's known-
and all we want-
he wanted home
he needed home
so
we let him go

just for a while
to rejuvenate
to relax
to reconnect with the place and people he misses with his whole heart.
i realize a week later that my upset was perhaps my reaction to not making this piece of the world
home enough

home enough
to bridge the distance
to carry over the love
to complete the puzzle with a found missing piece
to play the music of our life with more than cautious optimisim

outside the music is loud and strong-busy and hectic
inside the music has quietened
the music is soft, low, wistful
we miss our little guy, but, with every day of this unbelievable family trip the music in his voice is vibrant and clear

no caution there
music that is playing and playing and playing
in the woods of his home

the interlude
this trip
the break in all the music
he is alright
we are alright, missing him-
missing him so
but he'll be back in june

and in the meantime
our band will play on

kisses and wishes
hope and virtue
umarmen und lieben
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