"I would rather be laying next to you in bed"
I miss you sweetness.
He couldn't stop today.
It rained like crazy. Thunder, lightning.
More than it has ever rained here before.
A comfort, even the earth feels how I miss him.
"I would rather be laying next to you in bed"
I miss you sweetness.
He couldn't stop today.
It rained like crazy. Thunder, lightning.
More than it has ever rained here before.
A comfort, even the earth feels how I miss him.
So I flew my daughter up here for a visit and I thought the best way to visit me would be to participate in some of the things that I do everyday. My daughter was once my son. And so it's a real learning process for both of us. Since she loves to cook and do household things that is what she said on her Facebook page and in emails and phone calls. In my mind I thought what a great way for a mother-daughter Bond. I also arranged for her to go to parties with me. I showed her off I was never ashamed of her.
Through the course of a four-day visit that was supposed to be 2 weeks she was rude she put me down she accused me of not showing her off in public and then the last straw. I asked her to be honest with me hang out with me and gave her opportunities to interact with my friends and this is what she said to me. I don't want to hang around with your redneck lowbrow uneducated friends. First off my friends aren't lowbrow they're some of the most influential people in the state of Alaska. What did she intend to do just sit and stare at me for 2 weeks. She seems so determined to be cruel to me and she even said that she had friends that could kill me what the f***. At that point sitting in the car I said she had two choices. She could call a cab that I would not pay for, or she had a thumb that could take her to Anchorage the 300 miles that she needed to go to get back to the airport.
And that was the last time I saw or heard of her.
Of his hair.
I can't remember the day I noticed there was no longer brilliant red that I love so much. White streaks and replaced the highlights of golden. And then as time has grown more white. Have we love this long?
One day in conversation my husband asked how old he was. He said he was 55. I didn't realize we were so close in age. I had always thought him younger than I much younger. I anticipate a visit from him if time allows. It's Thursday. At night I can hardly sleep in anticipation of the possibility. I love that has no structure, no meaning in the world, but he's my very life and breath.