milo goes to johannes garden

My father has an incredible garden at his home in Vermont. It's here where he's placed a statue for Johannes. I've always enjoyed the solitude there; probably because it's the closest thing we have to a site or memorial.

Anyhow, when my father recently informed me that he'd be selling his home in Vermont - for a variety of reasons, most importantly that his partner is living several states away and he'd like to live in that state - I decided that I needed to take Milo for a visit.

It was really nice, a guys weekend: myself, my father and Milo. It gave us a wonderful opportunity to enjoy each others company, uninterupted, where grandpa and I could be completely greedy with Milo's attention. It also gave me an opportunity to talk to Milo about his brother, a chance to say good bye to Vermont and an oppotunity to mourn the death of my first son, something that time and circumstance have prevented me from doing in quite some time.

Milo was an absolute champ.

Perfectly behaved on his three flights, endless car trips and hikes up onto the Long & Appalachian Trails. When I finally did find some time to spend in Hans' garden - Milo again began to blow me away. Here I am; talking to him, myself, to Johannes. And crying - there was definately some crying. Then he just starts to babble to his brothers statue. Amazing. Sure, he could have just been bored, cold or fealt like babbling, but I honestly do think that he had some idea what it was that we were doing there.