We just said goodbye to the Man-Cub.
We will fly out at 7:00 tomorrow morning and I will leave behind half of my heart and much of my soul, yet, I am not sad.
For reasons too numerous to mention (although, in time, I will mention them), I know that this is absolutely the right place for the Cub at this time. I know that he will make the best of the opportunities that he is given and I know that the experiences he has will shape the person he is to become.
Will I miss him?
Is the ocean blue?
We gave him the strongest roots that we could; we sunk them deep into the soil of family and love and tradition. His foundation is stable. His wings are strong.
Fly high, Cub. Make your mark.
And always remember, I carry your heart.
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it (anywhere I go, you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world
(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
And its you are whatever a moon has always meant
And whatever a sun will always sing is you
Here is the deepest secret no one knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or the mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)