Preston Edward Draper, July 19, 1983 – December 20, 2006. The simple yet profound mark between his birth and death is known as the dash. Its intention is clear and to the point, it denotes the space between the beginning and the end – determined by how we live our life…our dash. There’s even a well known poem called The Dash.
In interviewing educators, special ed aides and peers of Preston’s for the book I’m writing, I’ve been moved to tears by the affect his dash has had on those who knew and loved him. Awestruck by the stories they’ve shared with me, some of which I’d never heard. Profound moments that changed their lives forever. We were so very blessed to have had such amazing human beings to teach, love and be a genuine friend to him.
Many people have asked where I am in the writing of my book. I’ve written 150 pages so far, with at least 150 more to go. And I know he’s there in every word I write. Most especially, in the stillness in-between the words. I look forward, with great anticipation, to finishing the educator interviews and moving on to interviewing family and friends whose stories and thoughts I can’t wait to hear.
As I sat at my desk editing a chapter on the first day of December, this poem came to me. I hope you enjoy its inspirational message.
In this season of celebration and joy. And most of all, love. Whether it be love that stands tall in front of you and speaks your name, or eternal love that gently whispers in your memory place – I wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy & Healthy New Year.
Merry Christmas sweet angel. #angelversary