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Most of the Time…

miss you

 

I am fine, most of the time.

And then, some days, like today, I miss you. I miss you being in the world, and I miss knowing you will be by, eventually, to check in on me. To check in with me. I miss the possibility of you. I miss that so much that it feels like the wind has been knocked out of me, and I want to double up and protect myself from the hurt, the physical pain of your absence.

I feel guilty for missing you so much. I have lost grandparents and friends, and I miss them all, of course I do. But this longing has legs, and it keeps creeping back up on me. You were…you were YOU. There is no one else that I looked at the way I looked at you, and I can’t help that. I’ve never known what to do with that information, not when you were alive, and even less now that you are gone. My love for you was almost embarrassing while you were here, and it is inescapable now that you’ve died. I keep bumping up against the truth of it, the way my heart won’t allow me to deny it, not to myself, not now. You may be somewhere else, but this weird relationship lives on. Not that it feels unusual for me to be in it alone- I spent a lot of time this way. But you always showed back up, always. Not this time.

What can I say? That you never had any business messing with me? I was so young, and you should have known better? Yeah, it’s true, but…I’m so glad you did. Should I say that I am sorry that I loved you, and I feel so bad for the hurt my loving you caused? I am. I’m sorry for the hurt I caused, but I’m not sorry that I loved you. I will never be sorry for that. I have so many regrets about my life, but that has never been one of them. I have loved others after you, and I will probably love others still…but I know that I will never love anyone the way I did you. You only get one love like that.  And besides, I will never be a nineteen year old girl again, able to love with reckless abandon, able to invest so much time in her devotion. I wouldn’t want to.

All these memories I have…you were the only one who knew, besides me. The way we would laugh about the crazy, stupid things we did. I never thought when I was with you, I was never afraid. I just knew you’d keep me safe, and you did. Now I remember alone, and it’s all tinged with sadness. What fun are memories you can’t share with the person you made them with? It’s just me, crying like a dummy in her kitchen, running to change the song that popped up on shuffle because it hurts too much right now to hear it.

I’m sorry it’s over. I know your life was not what you imagined it would be, and I know it wasn’t how you wanted it, and I know you wanted to change. I’m sorry you didn’t get what you were after. I hope wherever you are, you are happy and peaceful, and with your mom and dad, your sister. I hope you hear me when I talk to you, and that you know that I pray for you every single day. I hope you don’t get annoyed when I am weepy, but it wouldn’t surprise me.

And I’m so glad I chased after you, the last time you visited, and demanded one more hug. I don’t know why I did, but I was just so happy to have seen you. It was a good hug, and the expression on your faced stayed with me- amused and maybe a little baffled, like you wondered why I still liked you so much, after all these years. The answer is easy…because you were you.

You were you, and tonight I really miss you.

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Autumn Draws Us Home

Happy Halloween! I don’t know about you, but for me, Autumn really begins today…or maybe in the days just before Halloween. I just start to feel differently when the giant bags of candy and baking supplies start to line the aisles of the grocery store, and the fruits of summer fade from the produce aisle, replaced by what seems like an awful lot of root vegetables whose names elude me. I start to think about hauling out my crock pot and making heartier meals. I notice the few fallen leaves we actually see around my home in California, and the way the days are so much shorter, and I want to be home, with my kids, in front of the woodstove. I want to eat popcorn and watch movies (although if you can think of a movie that a two year old, a fifteen year old, and a 37 year old can ALL enjoy, I’d like to hear it!) and start to nest a little.

But it’s more than that, even. The changing of the seasons ALWAYS affects me, but especially the one from summer to fall, and from winter to spring. I get a physical sensation of excitement and wonder, even at my age. From warmth to cold, from cold to warmth. Both have their own magic, their own possibilities, don’t they?

I am going to keep it at that today, just a short little check in. I hope your homes are filled with warmth, love, laughter and family this Autumn and Winter. Please let me know if the changing of the seasons affects you in a similar, or totally different, even, way.