by Jack A. Urquhart © 2023
(In Memory of Raymond Lee Boyington
on the first anniversary of his passing)
Just so You know, Dear Man, here are a few things, a small sampling, of what I've missed about You. Surprisingly, I've missed your everyday bossiness, those relentless assertions of "I know betterness," those eye-roll-inducing pearls of wisdom You were so fond of tossing my way. Strange, don't you think, how the absence of well-intentioned irritants can leave one bereft, unmoored, like one might float away and nobody would notice, the way You always did? I miss the sight of You from our upstairs window -- so like a jungle-cruise captain in that ridiculous floppy hat -- and the way You ambled along on your way home, grocery sacks in tow, already rehearsing, perhaps the next culinary ballet for our kitchen stage. God, how I miss them, your scrumptious showstoppers, and the way You moved in their making, never hurrying the steps, a study in maximum efficiency and minimum effort. As if, even then, You understood that all your resources would be called upon in the days ahead. And I miss your stubbornness, the way You'd sit for hours over a trivial problem of technology or taxation until You'd broken its spell; and then, when the solution yielded to your well-tempered will, I miss the way your smile would crack brightly across the horizon of your face, smug as a sunup morning. I even miss your reprimands, the way You scolded that I was better than I am, so much more competent than the evidence would suggest. And yes, after all our turns 'round the sun and our stumbles over that age-old hill, I miss those up-too-early Saturday mornings when You'd peek from the coverlets and say, "Come back to bed," like the matter was urgent, like I was the alpha and omega of your astonishing, unwavering ardor. But most of all I miss your boundless curiosity, the way You -- ultimate schoolmaster to the bitter end -- opened my eyes to a limitless world, the way You instructed: Look! See the beauty as well as the ugliness. See the myriad ways that we are different and the same. Yes, most of all that is what I miss about You, my love -- the way You gave me an opened-wide-eyes life.
Dear Jack, such a touching tribute of a lovely man and your special relationship with him. May these personal memories give you some solace and keep Ray close to your heart during this very difficult day…
Sincerely and with love, 💗Elaine
Absolutely beautiful 🌹