Spirits in my house, my life…my heart? I do not think this is crazy. Ang says, “There’s a little boy.” And yes, I know. I do not doubt her or him for a moment. I have been told before of him. He feels me. When he can’t put words to his feelings, I can. Sometimes.
Who are you little boy? You are the little boy from the video? The little angel boy who has been with me always, like in that video? You are Dave’s good spirit, before he turned to the darkness of resentment and pathology? You are my little Romeo-soul-lover? Are you what kept that little girl going on those cold scary nights darkened with abuse? Are you the reason I lived beyond it? Are you every kindness that has been extended which kept my momentum going when I felt there was no more? Are you the kind friends on my blog who read and seem to understand? Have you saved me from hundreds of “mishaps” that should have killed me but didn’t? Do you live in my soul? My heart? My space? Do I hope for your story when I ask Dave to tell me a story about the little boy who lost his kite? Is that you?
Who are you little boy? Why do you follow me through this life? You could have found a happier place. You should have. You deserve a happier companion, but I am grateful for your presence still.
I know you are there. Thank you little boy.