Oh Ben. What a day we had today. Beau is a little trooper. He’s so good. And patient. He hardly ever cries about anything.

Today an artist, Roger McCall, donated a bench for Memory Hill. A very nice man and a unique and gorgeous bench. But he’s very talkative. So Beau had to be patient for hours as we visited. And he was. Playing quietly with his cars, climbing on the four wheeler, all he wanted to do was ride. He’s my little “ride or die.” 🤣. But he was good for hours beyond his usual nap time. He’s a sweet boy. Much like you were.

Of all your traits from childhood, that’s what I remember most about you. You were very sweet natured. You wanted to please me. And your Dad. And your teachers. You were upset if you thought anybody was upset with you. That never really changed as you grew older. You learned to please yourself, but it was always important to you to maintain equilibrium with me. You tried hard even when you knew you were doing things that I didn’t approve of. Your leg tattoo comes to mind. 

I’m very tired tonight. It was a big and busy day. Granny cooked a fried chicken dinner for Roger. Marciana came and spent the morning with me but had to leave before your bench was placed. Jeorgia came and was there for the bench placement. She’s been an incredible amount of support. Always making herself available. I think she’s been broken hearted for you too. Your unexpected passing hurt many people. Changed their lives. Cynthia and Perry came out later in the afternoon and visited with me. And admired your bench. It really is a work of art, you would love it. 

Tomorrow is Fathers Day. … I hung a ziplock baggie on the cross with Beau’s artwork from daycare. He should be handing that to you himself and hearing words of praise from you. Zip trying it to a cross is not quite the same thing. But it’s all we have. 

It promises to be a hard day tomorrow. I just frightened the dog, Maybe, and the cat, NoName with a little keening. They aren’t sure what to do with me. Neither am I. I miss you