4 hours ago
Before we left to go to the cemetery, I watched a few episodes of “This Is Us” (trying to catch up) and completely ugly cried throughout the entire thing.
Watching Kate with her newborn and her struggle of having that baby without her dad there and then naming that newborn after him really hit home deeply and emotionally for me. My sweet Ty Richey carries my daddy’s name with him everywhere he goes. I look at my sweet boy and wonder what advice my daddy Rich gave him before he arrived on this earth, what songs they sung together, who sang which harmony in the quartet; I can imagine my dad singing alto/soprano with Michael Jackson while my brother Robbie sang bass and Ty sang tenor, lol. Oooh what an amazing and heavenly sound (literally) that would be, I can almost hear it faintly dancing in my memories. This boy is oh so tender and has given me the greatest gift of being his mother. Tears started flowing hard when this sweet kid fell asleep on my shoulder. Oh boy, writing about the tenderness is like cutting an onion, I can’t help but cry. So I’m just gonna leave this here before I start talking about the beauty of motherhood or more “This Is Us” episodes.