Fire

My mother in law used to say, especially when it came to Melvin and I, "Two blocks of ice will never melt." Think about it. Melting is always a good sign unless you are supposed to be frigid, and Frosty the Snow man we ain't. When he was cold, I was hot, when I was cold he was hot, thus we could always melt in the others arms.
Our middle son, Fire is always on. He bears the look and has the heart of a cherub, but his mind is always on fire. What's the next move, I've got to watch my back and your back and his back and our back, just always pinging, another Melvin word.
When Fire was a boy he clung to me like a comfortable sweater. He shared all of his ideas, hopes, dreams and gossip with me. None of our sons could ever lie to us, but to this day if I look at Fire a certain way, he spills the beans. "See Ma, this is what happened..." Every mother has that child that will follow you to the bathroom and continue their conversation with you, non stop, no matter what you're doing, that's Fire. On those summer days when the boys and their friends would be in the yard playing, I would hear the teasing and taunting that would, eventually, get around to Fire. He would laugh it off and continue playing, but in my mind I would be praying that they left him alone, because, like me, his rage is spontaneous and before you know it he on you worse than a full grown BAD habit ready to tear you limb from limb, and when the monster subsides and the fire dies down his heart is broken by the act of his anger. Fire.
His passions run deep and when he is at peace the warmth of his glow draws you to him, he keeps our family together and bridges the gaps when needed.
When Melvin transitioned, Fire was at work and his uncle, my brother, had to get him. No one could touch him, but me and even that was difficult. As he entered the room, combustion, a discharge of flames had ignited and just when his arms begun to tear down fixtures in the room, "Fire, not now!" I screamed and as suddenly as the fire started, they immediately flickered to embers and all was calm and grief was the order of the wee hour of that morning. Weeping endured for many nights, yet it is the God in Fire who helped bring joy in the morning.

And there appeared unto them cloven tongues like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them.
Acts 2:3

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