Billy Elliot and my Ward.

I know there must be a syndrome called, "Too Tired to Think!"
I have it, I feel like a stewed tomato!!
We just returned from a fantastic time in Chicago, with Bill's sister, Jenny.
What a place to see, touch and smell!! J's condo is in Oak Park, a couple of blocks from , Frank Lloyd Wrights studio and home. She is surrounded by homes that have history spilling out of the woodwork. Yards designed for Kings and Queens, could not compare. Places to dine with great chefs, and the smell of the "L" train, well....its all Chicago.

We did many things, that I hope a blog, or two will emerge in the next few days, IF the mush in my brain settles!!!
(lost luggage, LONGGGGGG delays and hours at the airport, causes mush!!!)
One thing I will try and put down, pen to paper, ok...type, is the play, Billy Elliot. Never have I enjoyed a musical as much, and I have seen many!!! Wicked has held number one for a long time, until Billy came to momma!!!!! A joy, a celebration of being true to yourself and TAP DANCING!!!!!!Tap dancing, is the end all, be all, wonder of the world. I need some tap shoes!!!!
Music by Elton John, a labor of love. There was one song that tore my heart OUT, it was called Dear Billy, it was a letter from his deceased mother, telling him that she loved him. Then there was a second letter of Billy writing a letter to her, to let her know he was doing good.
With the anniversary of , my son Ward's death, today, the lyrics touched me. So on this day, three years after my heart stopped, I share with you Billy's letter from his mom. I felt like these are some of the things I will say to Ward today.

Dear Billy,
I must seem a distant memory
Which is probably a good thing
And it will have been a long, long time
And I will have missed you growing
And I'll have missed you crying
And I'll have missed you laugh

Missed your stamping and your shouting
I have missed telling you off
But please, Billy, know that I was always there
I was with you through everything

And please, Billy, know that I will always be
Proud to have known you
Proud that you were mine
Proud in everything
And you must promise me this, Billy
In everything you do
Always be yourself, Billy
And you always will be true
Love you forever
Love you forever

Mam