How could I ever leave this place? This place so filled with memories? This place where you brought me so I could breathe, could write and finally live.
I still feel your spirit on the deck watching nature build and burst. Rumbling background sounds of thunder, come on in, I say, before the lightening gets too close. My fear of losing you, my need to keep you safe, futle now, but still I worry.
Dear Glenda:
ReplyDeleteYou have such a beautiful view from your deck. It sounds like a great place to write. I hope you are feeling better.
Glenda,
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you still feel Barry is with you. May you always feel that way.
Brenda, it was good seeing you today.CWP is such fun and I've missed everyone.
ReplyDeleteJoan, yes, Barry is in this house and with me all the time. I talk to him and I know he hears me.
I know others who have lost loved ones do the same. I'm not nuts, but just have that feeling that he is with me all the time.
I think of that movie, Ghost, and I imagine Barry is right here, I just can't see him. And I suppose one day he will be gone, but I hope not. I love being home just Tiger, and Rocky, Barry and me with all our memories.
Perfect.
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