Dyl and I are sitting around shooting the shit in the intense lovely way that we have always been able to do, when I’m suddenly struck by how alive and vital I am feeling. And if truth be told, Dylan has always made me feel this way, so earnestly, so honestly broken open and filled to the brim by his authentic approach to relationships and his life
He has never done anything by halves, including taking a full 10 minutes after his brother to decide to be born into the world. A tiny rosebud of a kid complete with a black eye and a cone head, mere seconds after he’d begun his life journey. From the beginning, Dyl always wanted to do it his own way. First to walk, first to get a tatoo, always the kid who retrieved the dead lost pet bunnies from the bottom of the yard, such a compassionate, empathetic brave heart.
We talked a lot about love tonight Dyl and I. He’s a guy who has no fear about going there. It’s always so genuine with him that I feel my heart jumping up and down inside of my chest like his biggest cheerleader. It is wonderful to have such a connection. And I’m so grateful for it.
In our family Dylan is most famous for a phrase he uttered to me one evening before I had to make a big presentation to a large group of people. I was afraid and I said so out loud. Dyl, 10 at the time, looked me straight in the eye and said: “Be Brave and Be Proud!”
And so, with Dyl’s help, I’ve always tried to be. He’s such a terrific example of his own wise statement.
BIG BIG words to continue to live by.
Thanks Dyl, I love you.