Dear Terri Lynn,
Do you remember, a long time ago, when you were scared to go to sleep
because the wind was blowing so hard? And I sat on your bed and told you
about the wind? I told you how the wind could be your friend, and the Indians
called the wind ĎMariah.í And we left the window open, just a little bit, so
Mariah could kiss your cheek as you slept.
Last night I was very tired from working so hard ... so I walked all by myself.
I walked down through a little meadow, where there was a campfire long ago.
I walked over a little hill and down a small trail. When I stopped walking, I
was standing on a big rock on the edge of a stream.
I stood very still and
listened. I could almost hear a little boy laugh, and almost see a little girl
catching her first fish. For the first time since I last saw you, I felt I wasnít
alone. And then, Mariah kissed me. A light, sweet kiss. On my cheek, ever
so sweetly. And I knew then that my little girl had sent me a goodnight kiss
on the wind ...
Look outside now. Is the wind blowing? Is Mariah there? She has a kiss for
each of you, because I canít bring them myself. Every night now Iíll give
Mariah a kiss to take to you, until the day comes when I can kiss you goodnight.
That day will come, I promise you. Until it does, I can only love you, and miss
August 22, 1964
Happy Father's Day, Dadly. I love you.
P.S. Watch for Mariah later: she'll be bringing something special ... from me to you.