I Miss You

I mainly started this blog because I felt guilty asking Lyn to keep one to keep me updated, but then she never got info from home. I was being very one-sided and selfish. I report poorly on the week, though I do try to call her at the drop of a hat and I text more than I can afford. All of that is not enough. I know two of you will understand this statement more than anyone else who might read this comment. "I miss my daughter."

I missed Aaron when he was away, too, but our communicaton is largely verbal. That wasn't interrupted as much when he went away to school. Lyn and I communicate by touch and looks as much as with words and I'm having physical withdrawl symptoms this year.

Both of them being gone was somehow easier for some reason. Maybe I just didn't have long enough to adapt to the empty nest before Aaron moved home and I was somewhat whole again.

Maybe all of this rambling is because of the funeral we have to go to today. A friend has died, single mom, killed in a one car accident. She leaves behind a young, fifth grade son. There are just so many facets to life and death we don't see until the beginning or end of a life. It's like we never fully learn the lesson a death teaches and we never really listen to all the lessons a birth can teach.

It has taken far too long to write this, and it is depressing. I'll do better next week. Maybe I'll even tell you something uplifting, but this week - thanks for listening, gang.