I was out in the shop this morning, assembling new bee hives.
I ‘got into’ bees a couple years ago, at Harry’s urging. Harry was my friend, who died last year. As I was working out in the shop this morning, Harry kept “walking through my mind.” I could hear him laughing at me; I could hear him reinforcing me with a project at hand and I could so many of the stories he shared with me.
Just under a year ago Harry was taken to Hospice. I would go down to visit as often as I could – I still had things to learn from him. This morning I remembered the morning I was in the shower, getting ready yo go see him. I remember thinking, “God, he isn’t coming home, is he?” And I immediately put it out of my mind because I wasn’t ready to lose Harry. This morning, while out in the shop working on bee hives, I found myself back in the shower again, once again thinking, “God, he isn’t coming home again, is he?” Only this time I wasn’t able to put it out of my mind. I cried. And I cried hard – I didn’t want to let him go… I still don’t; Harry is my friend.
I suppose I will let him go some day, but not today… not today…