One Who Plants a Tree
I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to leave you. I knew how much you already loved me and how much you wanted me to stay. It was out of my control.
Against red, gold and orange leaves shimmering in the sun, you glowed with happiness, filled with joy. No sign of the disappointment to come.
The leaves fell, and I was gone, leaving you empty, bereft, your heart broken.
Winter. Cold, cold winter. Life as bare as the branches on the trees. How could I comfort you?
One who plants a tree, plants hope, I whispered.
You heard and I saw the faint hint of a smile. You bought a tree, a tall, strong specimen. Dug the hole, planted, fertilised, watered. Nurtured as you would have done for me.
Spring came and tiny buds formed. Buds of promise. And, the doctor confirmed another new life. Mixed emotions. Joy. Fear. Uncertainty, but each new day brought increased hope.
Summer. You relaxed in the warmth but sometimes I caught those wistful looks and a shadow passing briefly across your brow. Were you thinking of me? I guessed you were and I’d send a breeze to rustle the leaves on the tree and let you know I was thinking of you, too.
The leaves began to turn myriad golden shades. More wistful looks amid hopeful smiles and tempered excitement.
And then… she is here! Ten fingers, ten toes and a cute button nose. She snuggles close as you hold her, your eyes fill with happy tears.
Then you look up.
Yes, I am here. I will be with you always. Watching you, watching my precious baby sister.
I love you, Daddy, and my spirit will live on forever.