Our project has ended. Emma is now a young adult.
I am grateful that I lived long enough to see it. Death came for me yesterday, but Sally’s pleas to the Reaper were honored.
I have lived another day.
Death stayed a while. Emma and our friend Justin, a natural joker, soon had Death laughing.
My dearest Sally was not so lucky. This morning, in the garden, she heard a voice call her name.
My pleas went unheard. The Reaper cared not that it was Emma’s birthday, that all that Sally and I had worked for were coming to fruition this day.
While guests arrived for Emma’s party, I broke down.
We had the party regardless of our grief. Birthday parties are written into the Wonder Child agreement. We were too sad to take many photos.
I spent most of the party recollecting and reflecting.
I remembered when Sally and I fell in love.
I remembered when I first held our Emma.
I remembered the countless hours of quiet, blissful family time in our tiny home.
I remembered when our child became a confident teen with her own fully developed sense of who she is.
I would give a pretty penny to know what she wished for at the cake. I wish that I would see her establish her own home, perhaps have a family of her own. I wish that our dear Sally were still here to see Emma become a young woman. I wish that we had it all to do again, knowing that I would change not a thing.
It really is over, our years of wonder. I will be leaving when Death knocks on our door. This is the last entry in this blog I will write. Sally and I always put our daughter’s happiness above all else. The Wonder Child project came second to what was best and what was right for Emma. And through that, look what we all gained. I began this project as a lonely man without a skill, without a career, without a family, without love.
Now at my life’s end, all that was nothing is now full of everything, and so as I become nothing, I leave behind me… wonder.