Letters to Tuvia#148 Swinging (2-12-16)

 

Morning T,

Last night I dreamt that I was back home swinging on the faded red wood seat that my father constructed for us, for me ,when I was the first.

Anchored securely, I remember swinging solo.

I was back there last night…

swinging solo in slow motion…

aching to reach the top, to feel invincible again.

Pumping hard with muscle memories from my 11 year-old-self

pumping to be me again-

screaming: I MISS YOU!!!!

screaming back I hear: “I’m here, with you, Bonnie Shura, always!”

relaxing into my power, even if  I can’t stay up there forever

coming back, down to earth, back down to my anchor…

deflating in silence,

breathing, breathing deeply

holding  your voice inside me.

whispering,” I will love you always, Tuvia Rosenberg, no matter where you are.

Valentine’s Day is every day for us.”

Bonnie S.

 

 

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3 thoughts

  1. Love “Valentine’s Day is every day for us.” Bonnie. My heart aches for you this weekend, and for those who make it a really special day (despite your line), it feels more than hard. Hugs to you for feeling the loss and sharing how deep it is.

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