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 ‘Mariah.’ And we left
the window open, just a little bit, so Mariah could kiss your cheek as
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
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 wasn’t 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
outside now. Is the wind blowing? Is Mariah there? She has a kiss for
each of you, because I can’t bring them myself. Every night
now I’ll 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 you.
August 22, 1964