Autumn

Autumn

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

It's Nice

To have my boots off. Yes, I'm still alive just very tired. So far it's been a very busy week at the shop, and as a result, I have little time to write or for that matter, read.

Not complaining mind you, it's a good thing. And, I'm very sorry I haven't had the time to visit all your blogs. Hopefully this next weekend I'll find time to say hello.

Now, let's change the subject. I spotted my son's car this morning. It was brief as he crossed the street on his way, I'm sure, to deliver my Little Bit to school. I didn't see her as he was gone in a blink. Still, it made my heart flutter for just a second. Then the encounter just made me damn sad.

Not in much of a Christmas mood.

I miss the little girl.

Later.

Stephen

18 comments:

  1. Replies
    1. Thank you, lovely lady...I enjoy hugs.

      Delete
  2. And, I know she misses you too. Doesn't make it any better but she does miss you.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I would be happy with the knowledge she hasn't forgotten me...thanks, my dear friend.

      Delete
  3. Sending ((((((( Stephen and Sweet Wife))))))))) hugs.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you, Sandy, right back at 'ya.

      Delete
  4. Concur, hope and pray... All the best Sir!

    ReplyDelete
  5. Replies
    1. Thank you, my friend. Prayer is always welcome...

      Delete
  6. I have been posting Christmas music on my blog, and trying to get into the holiday spirit. I know it will be especially hard on you and Sweet Wife and Little Bit this Christmas so I said another prayer for you, keep the faith, your Joy WILL return.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I hope so, my friend. But truthfully, I given up hope. Thank you.

      Delete
  7. As I age, it seems that during the holidays . . . the voids created by loved ones' departures . . . push forward during these long evenings.

    So we string more lights, watch more comedies and wait for sunnier days. Here in the north . . that can be challenging.

    All that said . . my heart goes out to yours as you struggle with the hole in your heart. But there will be reunion. Your heart still warms a secret corner in a special little girl's memory.

    ReplyDelete