June 26, 2012
Hi mama. Bye, mama.
And so it goes. Up the street, hi, mama, down the street, bye, mama. The boys know where they can find mommy. It's just down the road, a path we take every day. Everywhere we go. We go with the flow.
Hi mama. Bye, mama.
It always starts the same, the familiar path of the road the boys have become accustomed to. It doesn't matter what we do; we will always pass right on through; regardless of how we travel, mom will always be on their left or their right. She's never too far out of sight.
Hi mama. Bye, mama.
The boys anticipate the car ride. They look on either side as we drive by, seeking a clear view of their mama to be seen through. They eagerly await with no other thought on their plate. They are just waiting for the moment to see their number one visually.
Hi mama. Bye, mama
We are getting closer now; they look at Dad, their pal. Their smiles reach from ear to ear, knowing the time is near. It doesn't matter if it happened before because they know it will happen again. Their mom is just outside our path and will always be there to last, as long as our drive is to pass forever, where she hibernates.
Hi mama. Bye mama
The road is long, and the boy's eagerness overtakes anything their dad can say to calm them down and make them meditate. She's about to pass on our right; the boys can hardly wait as they bounce around in their seats like ants in their pants; their moment seems so sweet. Their mama standing by, I know, to greet her boys, one by one, as she waits for their hugs and squeezes their cheeks. It'll make their day so complete.
Hi mama. Bye mama
Just on the right, we pass the cemetery, her final resting place in sight; my boys know exactly where to look, her final spot high enough to overlook, the very place we will pass right through in our minivan. The car she loved when she took our boys on their fun, never expecting days like this.
Hi mama, Bye mama
We drive right by the cemetery, and I turn to say "hi" and bow my head as my boy's voices are overheard saying, "Hi, mama." the car begins to get some separation as their mom fades off in the distance, the boys look back and together say, "bye mama." but not for too long because we have to drive home and see her again. Another time for my boys to see their mom and tell her how truly missed she is.
Hi mama. Bye, mama.
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Once of the most moving posts ever. (( Hugs ))
ReplyDeleteAgreed, one of the most moving posts I have read.
ReplyDeleteLost for words
ReplyDeleteWhat a terrific Dad you are! And I know you were an amazing husband just by how you are with your sons. Keeping their Mom's memory alive, allowing them their memories. I am sure it is VERY hard on you, but you'll never be sorry! God bless!
ReplyDeleteSo moving, so wonderful that they get to say hi everyday and keep her memory alive.
ReplyDeleteOh. My.
ReplyDeleteIf I may encourage you....the empty and broken will take on new meaning...
And, if I may pray...consider it done.
Thank you for your transparency, I am undone...
Kari~
You are an amazing writer...brought tears to my eyes
ReplyDeleteSaludos desde Argentina!! I can't imagine your pain...but you really show us how to love and care...you are an example of father and your boys will return that love every day... A big big hug for all of you and keep doing what you feel. Romy (romiaguilarbianchi@gmail.com)
ReplyDeleteKeep strong brother, there may be Darker days ahead, but always remember that and is still with you in spirit, you just have to listen a little harder.
ReplyDeleteI will pray for you and your family
Love
Thank you every one. I was taken a back when they said Hi as we drove by the cemetery. I pulled over at a gas station and wrote this on the spot. Thank you for reading from the bottom of my heart.
ReplyDeleteChris and the boys.
As my heart breaks for you I am also inspired Praying for you ! Thank you so much for using your story to change the world one person at a time especially me!
ReplyDeleteI am sure she says 'hi' back to you and your kids. God bless you all!
ReplyDeleteLove and prayers from the Philippines
Wow. Truly touching. God Bless all of you! Your children are extremely lucky to have you as their father.
ReplyDeleteI would say "dont try to forget, embrace all you had with her"Breath all of it in even if you cry, scream or beg God for a reason why. Love never ends. Laura
ReplyDeleteWe love in so many ways and its all good! Thanks for sharing! dd
ReplyDeleteSending hugs and prayer and supportive energy to you and your sons as you travel this long and winding and hurt and confusing road. I have no words to express my sympathy for your losses. Please, hang in there. I'd tell you it will get better, but I don't know that for sure. I can only tell you it will be worth it...
ReplyDeleteYour poor boys.. god bless u all
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