Friday
Apr302004
Friday, April 30, 2004 at 12:01AM
Sweet April
The first day I met you we laughed more than once. You were so pleasant and refreshing after enduring a long winter. The days we spent together were light and happy. I will always look back on the time we shared and remember your warmth and freshness. I so appreciated the love you freely gave. Your touch renewed and revived me. Your gaze gave me confidence and once again caused me to look ahead to future days. There were plans to be made and dreams to realize. it was your inspiration and confidence I drew from. You made me a better man.
We have met now some 47 times. Some of our encounters I remember vividly. Do you recall our time in 1985 when my son was born? I was warmed and bathed in a pride I had never before known. How sweet was that time. I often reflect on those moments we shared.
Baseball begins during our time. It is with you I hear that first crack of the bat and the ball popping as it hits the leather of a fielder's mitt. The smell of the grass and youth are symbols of you. Perpetual spring, freshness, and beauty are your traits. I love the flowers that adorn you. The sweet melodies of song birds feed my ears. Such beauty often stops me when I am out. I stand still and listen in awe to their hypnotic sounds. I remind myself how lucky I am to sense such things. I often wonder how heaven can improve on your days.
Our time has come to an end, on this, our 47th meeting. This year, along with the joy and beauty we always share, were tears we shed for the tragic loss of young people to traffic accidents. It was all a contrast of joy and sorrow, and love and grief.
Thank you April for sharing your familiar things. I will miss you and look forward to our meeting next year. It is with you I often begin things. Your memories give me the courage to try. Your warm days are a balm that heals a worn down soul. Today is our last embrace. We will part and walk away from each other, but I will hold your memory in my heart. It will mingle with my other memories of you and cause me to smile when I remember you. Goodbye April, until we meet again.
Until the next time
John Strain