Trails of bright light stretched for miles and miles, pulsating with the power and passion of almost three million people breathing life into the concrete jungle 94 stories below.
There was truly no place in the world quite like Chicago’s John Handcock Observatory when the sun was setting on the Windy City, on the lovers, the dreamers, and me.
What’s so amazing
That keeps us stargazing
And what do we think we might see
Someday we’ll find it
The rainbow connection
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.
Lynda gave up trying to keep up with me and found a place to sit and watch both me and the city light up with wonder. It suddenly occurred to me in the writing of this post weeks later that perhaps, for Lynda, the moment was just too much to take standing. Tomorrow marks one year since the death of my brother-in-law. Two children and 45 years later, it’s goes without saying, Rodney was the light of Lynda’s life, her husband, friend and lover for most of her life.
Oh, Lynda; I wish it wasn't so.
I wish love and loss didn’t go hand in hand. I wish life didn’t require so much courage; but how amazingly beautiful and poignant that courage.
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