Thanks, gima, Actually it was just a moment. Or more like ten minutes. Absence. Her absence. In my soul. Powerful. Has happened before and I just wanted to journal it, write it down this time. The day was good, actually. Night was good. Went to see S30 (actor) in a regional play. The walk out of the theatre somehow started me feeling it. Then at one point on the ride home I just looked to the passenger side of my truck and got one of those moments down in my marrow: "You're not there. You're not here."
I made a point to just feel it, the reality of it. Momentarily started to well up and just decided no. That can just become self-pity, wallowing. So I just experienced the is-ness of it. It is. And I was fine. I gotta write to cville again. I see you have. His situation, like yours and LFH's are quite similar to mine. That can mean a lot at times. Been posting quite a bit on other peoples threads, but haven't posted on mine in a day or two. Thanks for responding. I know it's just volume - and so little time - but every now and then when my thread is quiet, I think, humorously, of a phrase of my Sicilian father-in-law (RIP) and I think, "Hey, lately I couldn't get someone to post on my thread - here comes FIL - if I stood on my head and spit wooden nickels." Colorful guy.
How are you tonight, besides sleepless?
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
