As I sit here over your resilient body know that you are loved.
As my tears turn the fine embers of your hair to liquid gold, know that you are loved.
As my tears roll off your gentle skin and I wish they could wash this away from you, know that you are loved.
The tears are not defeat, they are resolve. Each drop filled with grand, fluid, soul altering love that wells from deep within me.
I feel your own soulful, gently determined, resolve in each laboured breath you take. I am pleading with you. Stay a little longer and know that you are loved.
As I cover your skin in gentle kisses I soak you in and I pour myself into you.
We can sit in the silent solitude of prayer, let that depth wrap you up and know that you are loved.
This is it. This is the precipice. This is the edge of the cliff. We’ve made our home here. Now lean back sweet boy and let my tears wash the fight away. Just lean a little bit closer and know that you are loved.
Bede is out of the ICU and avoiding being returned.
Small but mighty. Small but mighty
Thank you Team Bede for all the love you are bringing him.
–Issy and Roy