Anyone who knows me well knows that morning is not my favourite time of the day. Now that my work requires me to wake up before the birds it is even less favourite but this morning I was blessed with sweet memories and star shine while I sipped on my coffee.
My son was a bit of star gazer and we always spent many hours outside at night watching the sky. He knew quite a few of the constellations but his favourite was always Orion.
Each fall Bry would be out the door on clear evenings to see it it had appeared yet. He would always announce it’s arrival to me and I would have to brave the cold to see it. Once on a very cold winter night we watched an eclipse of the moon and also watched as Orion made it’s journey across the sky.
Those were moments I will always treasure and since Bryan has been gone I always spend a few extra minutes outside on cold, clear nights to find the lovely constellation. Somehow it makes me feel a little closer to him.
This morning when I looked out the window Orion was blinking back at me in all his glory from the blue black sky. I thanked the stars, smiled …
… and said good morning Bryan.