There is a divine snow falling gently onto the bare branches of the black ash tree outside the picture window as I sit writing about Will. It’s a comfortable setting. Comfortable and cozy. A candle with a pine scent flickers nearby. Steam rises and gracefully swirls upward from a mug holding cinnamon tea.
On the couch, I can hear the low murmuring of Atticus’s snoring. It’s apropos accompaniment for Handel’s “Water Music” which provides the melody for the song I’m typing.
There is an ease in this open room, which is bright even when dark clouds gather overhead. Our senses are alive and memory and emotion come together to the extent that I half expect to see Will waking up in his dog bed, letting his eyes cast about the space until he finds me. I imagine him lying there for a little while, and then getting out from under his hand-made blanket knitted with kindness, taking a loud drink of water, and then making his way over until he reaches my side and looks up at me with his big eyes and long lashes.
That’s one of the joys of writing. Words breathe so much more than just life into a subject and once they are written, polished, and set firmly in place, they can live forever.
Many have asked about Will’s story in book form. It’s being written now and I’m about halfway through it. But here’s the thing – it’s not just Will’s story. It is also the story of the mountains and rivers, the bears and moose, the butterflies, chipmunks, wildflowers, the blue skies and white clouds, the moon and stars, and it's also the story of Atticus and me. This is our story.
Sometimes our role in life is to play the star. On various occasions we can play supporting roles, or our main job is to bear witness. And then there’s the ensemble that infuses everything within a story with love and adventure.
So many talk about how much they miss Will. I don’t. Our journey together has not ended yet.
I feel fortunate to be able to share his story with hundreds of thousands who will eventually read our book when it is ready. For them he will just be coming to life and by the time they finish the last page, they may miss him as some of you do, but there is a very good chance their lives will be influenced by Will’s and being touched, they may change because of it.