Music.

I pause to remember the way you touched her, the way you made her laugh and smile, the way you looked at her after all of these years. The way you two kept love alive after all of the war. The way you could give each other a hard time because you knew each other so well and how hard to push. She is no longer here. There are many nights I cry in her absence. I can only imagine what that has been like for you. Those haunting blue eyes hold so much inside. Yet, you live on. You LOVE on. I know she's smiling at your happiness today. You have since allowed your heart to love deeply again. Such a wonderful woman you have found companionship with. You show me the courage it takes to continue to feel the magic. The magic of being here, NOW. The strength it takes to believe. To believe in joy. The music you continue to create in gratefulness of being ABLE to create it. Opa...you are a mystery in so many ways. Your voice holds the warmth of those fields that were so cold when you needed to feed your family. You are such an incredible spirit. So real and raw with places I can only hope to reach. Jacob, this one is for you and all you have become. All that you are to my mother and to this family. I love you.