30th January
2009
He came up the stairs with his familiar, old smile on his face. He was laughing and flushed and happy. (I have always loved his smile and laugh and this one was from yesteryear.)
After peaking around the corner of the bedroom, he found me – “He knows me! Buddy knows me or he wouldn’t play with me like that.”
And the bubble burst – - -
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Oh, Jean. At least he came to share that with you.
Yes, it was his laughter and smiling that just made it feel like long ago. I guess it’s such a disappointment when the bubble bursts – kind of like a nice dream ending
Sorry I haven’t checked in all week but my own trials continue so thanks for the support as it is much appreciated.
***Pumps up the bubble again . . .
Jean, have you considered he is calling you Buddy?
The laughter, the sly smile, the flushed look . . . all of times past that still rattle around in there for him to grasp so gingerly from time to time.
It was a good week for you.
Also, it took me 57 years to get a manicure and pedicure and do men not know what we’re missing all these years.
http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/2008/09/moon-palace-spa-day.html#links
Ice
It must be hard to be reminded of how things used to be, and then have it snatched right back again. But at least he was happy and smiling and had some good news to share with you!
For a few seconds you were reminded of his sweet, old self, and that’s a wonderful thing!
I think he does remember you – for it was you he came to tell . . .
Oh my………..soars and dives go the beats of your heart!
I agree I think he remembers you even though it may seem like he doesn’t. Everyone is right he came to find you and share it with you. He didn’t have to do that…he’s not so much in his own world that he didn’t share it with you. Take heart and think of it that way. Blessings….
I know it must hurt, when you have always been the reason for his smiles. I have a feeling that he still thinks in his heart you are number one….
Oh I hear you! I was thinking the other day how happy I used to be when hubby came home from work. I’d throw my arms around him as if we were newly weds.
Don’t know where that thought came from, but it had me in tears. Maybe it’s because he’s so happy when I come home – even if I’m only gone an hour. I bring home news. I bring home fresh air. Hubby doesn’t come home any more. He’s here all the time. But I do miss his “homecomings.”
Mountains and valleys are a part of life. Celebrate your lives even through the tears.