Dedication: To Woolf, my soul mate.
The Gift
Gina Ivy
"Look, I... don't really know... why I'm here. I've been thinking about both of you a lot lately. Trying to picture your smile, imagine your laugh. Maybe I'm crazy but sometimes I swear I can feel your presence watching over us. Watching over me, even now. It's been so long since you left and yet it somehow feels like only yesterday. I wonder about you both often. How you are and if you're happy with the choices I've made through the years. I hope that you are, at least a little."
The brisk wind blew autumn leaves around in a dance. Purple hues kissed the darkening sky, as he stood alone with his thoughts.
"I wish I knew how to tell you both what you have meant to me all these years. You've been a source of inspiration. Someone I could look up to with pride, someone I have tried to emulate, although I admit to often failing. You have to admit though; the two of you are a tough act to follow. I wonder sometimes what my life would have been like without your influence, without.. the gift.. you have both entrusted me with. I can't imagine it. I can't imagine not having you in my life. I wish I could have had time to get to know you both better. Somehow though, somewhere deep within my heart, I feel like I do know you. I know you both very well. It's comforting and it helps keep me going, just like him. Thank you again for the gift of love that you brought into this world. Thank you for being such great parents to him. He was a great kid and now.. now he's become a great man. I would be fooling myself if I didn't acknowledge your hand in that, both before your deaths and after. You see, others might not believe, but I do. I know you're watching over us and I just wanted to say thanks...again."
The purple clouds seem to float freer now, engulfing the sky with a mask of darkness. He knew no more needed to be said. For what he truly felt in his heart they could already see. Confident that they understood, he knelt down and laid two long stem red roses on the gravesite of John and Mary Grayson, the biological parents of his beloved son Dick.
He had always felt that the Grayson's had everything to do with him getting custody of their son, even from beyond the grave. Young Dick Grayson had told him once that his mother was a special Angel. Bruce Wayne didn't have to think twice, his son blessing his life was proof enough, most definitely the work of an Angel. With that thought came a smile to Bruce's lips and as he reached out and softly caressed the tombstone he whispered. "I'll give him a hug from you both- I promise..."