Is that something one gets "better" at?
There were times when we only talked on the phone every few months. But I always knew....knew he was there for me. I could have asked anything of him and he would have made it happen.
That's what big brothers do..take care of their little sisters. And he has 3.
It's been a year. A year tomorrow, January 5th.
He was always there...always. And it's been a year.
A year of times I "forgot" and wanted to call him and tell him some news..a cousin's passing..a story I had read..a joke or a good laugh..
A year of good times and exciting news {he'll have a great grandson this year..}
A year of rememberies..and photos..and emotions flooding in at unexpected times..
A year of good dreams where hugs are given and of bad dreams when ,upon waking up, realizing it was just a dream..
This past year..Larry walked with our Dad..in my dreams. And I got to hug them both .. in my dreams.
And I felt their strength..their warmth..their love..in my dreams.
{L to R -Gerri, Kathy, Larry, Daddy, me and Mother - circa 1954}
So, while the pages may be a bit dog-eared..I cannot close the book. This story is not finished. And there will be a happy ending..
I will not say good-bye.
-me
I won't be posting for a few days..just need some time to ..focus.
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