Last Saturday I took our Princess to her activity for the morning. It was a beautiful day, and I had some wonderful visits with good people while I waited on her. Meanwhile back at the “ranch” Cooter and the Fella were having some guy time, and Aub was at work. After our Princess finished her fun, we ran a couple of errands before heading home. By the time Cooter and I were together again, it was mid-afternoon.
He came and sat in the recliner with me.
“Hey, buddy, how’re you doing?” I asked, pulling him close to me.
“Good,” he said, relaxing and leaning in.
“Me too. I had a good time today, but I sure missed you. I’m glad you had a good time helping Daddy.”
He sighed. “Well I did. But I tried not to think about you or I’d miss you too much,” he exhaled, and I swanee y’all, I think his voice quavered slightly.
I hugged him tight, as I thought about how wise he is for someone so small. Yes, baby boy, I try to use that for coping too.
Maybe if I don’t think about them, I won’t miss them so much.
I’ll let you know if it ever works.
Wishing y’all more than enough joyful memories to help as you feel the pain of missing someone. Love to all.