.
I finally remembered to call. My mother. It's a bit after
ten. Now I see why it was so dark until well after seven, the cloud
cover is, or was, very very thick, dark, dense. But it has lightened a
goodly bit. Still seems more like winter already, by look.
Sympathy, this time, I could offer. I miss my friend a goodly bit.
The first day, or two, after his passing, I thought I was good. But,
then, I went to call him, or was thinking of getting him out shooting, and...
he just wasn't there anymore. I know how that goes. I always keep
thinking I am over losses, then one hits, and another, and... I'm
praying for her. And thinking of her. Praying for her friend, and
the family.
Even so, I wouldn't have it any other way. If you don't miss anyone, you
don't love anyone. What a lonely world that must be. Already dead.
I'll do a bit more gaming, then a shower. Then boxes and perhaps some of
the grains stored. It's beautiful, stormy, out there. I do love
storm clouds, even rain. Even when it is cold. I call it terribly
beautiful... like when a woman is angry. So many fond memories, of
various things, and people. Mixing and twirling. Later.
Hmm... yeah.
My late father used to miss people. Then he got a telescopic sight for his rifle . . .
ReplyDeleteThere are many people I miss. Especially now, when I'm at the point in my life when I'm receiving more goodbyes than hellos.
Gallows humor is among my favorite. And I resemble that remark.
ReplyDeleteYea. Most who can say goodbye, have. I have... a handful of people left. For a while, I stopped adding people. Now, I'm just a bit... old, and ill, to add. But, do when I can. It's never too late, I finally decided.
Uhrm, I had stopped being involved, because I didn't want people to have to miss me. Thought I was going... at any time. Still here, so... yea. I've been trying to get back in there. *smiles*