It's your birthday again! We are going to Jamestown and Yorktown this weekend with Grandma and Pa. I know you would have had a great time there. I have a Mass being said for you on March 1, the first one available at our Church.
This year, your old Mom tried to be creative. I've changed the words to a Bob Dylan tune in your honor. My sweet Benny, I love you. There will forever be an ache in my heart for you.
For my blue eyed son:
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've been dancing and singing my song up in Heaven.
I've watched the stars falling when you looked for them too.
I've sat right beside you when your heart was a'breakin.
I've prayed for my family that we'll all be together.
And it's a good, it's a good, it's a good place to be.
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, who did you meet, my darling young one?
I saw Mary take one hand and Jesus the other.
They guided me gently to meet our Great Father.
I've sung with the angels at Mass, did you hear me?
I welcomed Augustine, put my arm 'round my brother.
And it's a good, it's a good, it's a good place to be.
Happy Birthday, my son.
Love,
Mom
