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Now that he’s gone, he’s every age.
In my dreams, when he comes, sometimes he is my young child, sometimes he is my adolescent son or the young, strong man who left.
Last night he was the young Andrew to whom I had to give the sad news that Topolino, our beloved ginger cat, had died. He was very upset at the news. He was disconsolate, and all I could do was hold him tight in my arms and let him cry his grief. Sob after painful sob shook his chest while he held on to me and I to him. His tear-stained face felt soft and innocent resting on mine.
“Just being in your arms…” he seemed to say.
“Just holding you in my arms…” was all I could say.
Thank you Andrew for letting me hold you once again. I still feel the warmth of your arms wrapped tight around my neck.
My Darling, my love for you has not changed.
Come again please.