03 March 2012

On his first day of testing out his new magic powers he sent me a shooting star.

 

04 March 2012

Every day since I have seen a rainbow.  For the first few days it appeared on the carpet outside my bedroom, reflecting off a nearby mirror.

I began to fear the day I didn't see one.  It isn't that he hasn't sent you one, its just that you didn't see it that day, my friend told me.  And I think she was right.  Every day in some way I see a rainbow.  When I visited him at rest on 08 March 2012 I saw a rainbow shining in the sky above him.  As my brother and I attempted to assemble a wardrobe for the first time without him, he was outside the window.  If I don't see him myself, my friends make sure to tell me of their sightings.  Even a friend in Australia found him travelling the world; and in the background of another friends photo in Honduras.

I never see rainbows, the boyfriend told me.  Well, of course not, he's with me.  In spitalfields market with him; a rainbow of balloons.  Shining over his apartment; a rainbow following a storm.  And by sheer accident watching the marathon together on Sunday, daddy came along to cheer with us with a rainbow charity and rainbow of balloons exactly opposite us.

My rainbow is with me every day in his own unique ways.  I love him with all my heart.  If only rainbows weren't so out of reach.  I love you daddy.