Tuesday, August 11, 2020

VCU Dad

 

Three years ago we took Chloe to college. After getting her settled in her dorm room, we went to the VCU bookstore to buy some gear to show support for our college girl. I picked out a hoodie with the VCU Arts logo. Gray got a t-shirt in black and gold. And Luke picked out a hat. Not just any hat, though. The hat he picked said, “VCU Dad”. We laughed whole-heartedly at his choice, but we also laughed with a reverence of solidarity. Reverence in knowing that someone important was missing on this momentous day. And in solidarity knowing that no matter what, we were in this together.

There will never be an important event where we don’t notice his absence. And wonder what it would be like if he was still here. The grieving doesn’t end, and it’s in these big moments that it screams in your face: SOMEONE IS MISSING. As a mother of fatherless children, the grief is deep. The pain at knowing and seeing and your children’s suffering is bottomless, wishing for them that their father was around to cheer them on, too. But there is always light to be found in the dark. There is light in seeing them rise up, in spite of, and because of their loss. The pride in seeing them turn a difficult situation into laughter. Not as a deflection, but as a statement: “We are okay.”

So, in a day and a half, we will be dropping Luke off at VCU. It is bittersweet for sure, as any parent knows, to send your child off into the big wide world after nurturing them and holding them close for so long. This boy of mine will be dearly missed. He is a beacon of light to anyone who knows him. I have truly been blessed to be his mother and to watch him shine. And now the hat and the title of “VCU Dad” will be passed on to Gray. We may be small, but we are mighty. We are in this together.

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