Wild

27 March 2016

Vaughn–Easter Sunday. Two days before March 29th. All day you have been skipping through my mind. I remember you most as wild and free–a skinny beautiful little boy ducking through the green grass and shrubs up at Temples searching for painted eggs. You always had a certain ragged elegance up there. Maybe all you kids did. I remember you my love–lost (or would it be so much more accurate to say ‘found’) in the moment, the sun and shade playing on your skin.

I hope those were beautiful times for you Vaughn. I hope you were as free and wild as I remember.