Traditions
Traditions..... I am one who holds tight to traditions. Like white knuckle tight. I love them I love the certainty and the assurance that comes from the known. In the world I have lived in for many years, often the unknown drives the car. So any little bits of known that I can hold onto, I do. Many years ago, when Paysen was about 3 or so..we started a tradition. He was old enough to realize when I was leaving with Parklen to the hospital, and old enough to know that neither of us knew how long we'd be apart. I have visions of his face as I would pull out of town, fear, sadness, tears. So one morning, whilst loading my suitcase into the car I had an idea. I took out a black sharpie and I drew a small heart on his wrist and then placed a copy on mine. I held it up and said, "Now when you look at this you will know I am looking at mine too...you can remember how much I love you and miss you. It can be a small way to keep us together while w...