There was nothing in this entire universe that was more important to my parents, David, and Lynda K Hutchings, than their children, their grandchildren.
They were the example of love that gave so many others.
My mother kept living for her kids, and grandkids, for 29 years after my father had to leave us all. He didn't want to go, family was all to him. But we rarely have any choice in certain things in life.
The only thing I know for sure they would truly want for their family to know, is how much, how completely they were loved.
Don't ever forget how much you were loved by them, there is no limit to it.... You were their world.
This is for you.. She made this for you, so you would remember the love she had for you.
Day Hutchings Thomas Hutchings Matthew Hutchings
"An Ordinary Day
for David
It was such an ordinary day.
A cold and drizzly Tuesday.
We had our morning coffee together,
the hot fragrant alarm clock that started
most of our days.
It was nice, after twenty years
of you working downtown,
and me staying at home,
to finally be able to make a living
with the gunsmith shop in our house.
You worked in your shop where the smell
of gunpowder and Hoppe’s #9 mixed with
the smell of your hand-rolled cigarettes.
A customer’s gun occupied your mind and your time.
While you were working on the action,
cleaning here and polishing there,
I sanded the stock at my desk, the smell
of walnut sawdust strong in the air.
Such an ordinary day:
Vacuum the floor, wash the dishes
take out the garbage. Would we
have done it differently if we had known?
Perhaps, but then again, maybe not.
We loved our life, the one that we had
built together, brick by brick, out of pain
and need and love. We knew it was special.
Such an ordinary day.
You following me around the kitchen
while I made dinner, me slapping
your hands and calling you my dirty old man.
I didn’t know it was to be your last meal--
Ordinary macaroni and cheese,
it should have been special.
Heartburn, you said, indigestion, you said.
I’ll be okay in the morning, you said.
Such an ordinary day.
The television mumbling in the background,
The voice on the phone -- “911”, she said,
An ordinary call for her,
and for all the medical
emergency people,
an ordinary day,
but it was the last ordinary day in my life.
The bed we shared for thirty-three years
is now an island of loneliness.
Your shop still smells of your life.
I awake each morning, longing to share
just one more full,
hot cup of coffee with you
while the world rouses from its rest.
I would give my whole world
for just one more ordinary day.
Lynda K. Hutchings"