Well, Pete, I've actually been checking my email every 2 minutes (what else is new?!

) to find out if I will get to go to Oz in June (what's the opposite of clicking the heels of my ruby slippers together and asking to go home?--maybe I'll just click the toes together--when I GET ruby slippers, of course!--and say, "There's no place like Australia" over and over). I've actually thought that you'd be a blast to hang out with (maybe over some yummy Australian Chardonnay), too! You sound like a lot of fun.
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Yes--I think that's also known as "immaturity"!!
And yes, I AM so blessed that I still have a hard time figuring out why. He is there through everything in ways that astonish me, and always with a way of looking at things as a "bigger picture"--very unlike me. I do see his eyes all the time, especially when my own are closed; when I'm quietly freaking out on airplanes I just keep staring into them, and he keeps saying, "Safe with me." Calms me right down!
Bedtime IS for "we time"; I always feel a sense of relief when I get under the covers and basically say, "OK, what should we talk about?" That's when the beautiful "light shows" start, and the room is flooded with colors, and I see figures moving around me. I'm never sure if one of them is him, or all are...hard to explain, but maybe what you said about not focusing is a hint.
Whatever a Chinese burn is, I'LL be giving him one if he thinks he's going anywhere "for my own good"--I lecture him on that one all the time! As far as a "replacement" on this plane is concerned, my attitude is basically, "Been there, done that." It's funny that you brought that up though, because I was just saying to him a couple of days ago that I feel kind of like I've been in "foster care" in the two relationships I've been in since his passing--just being looked after and kept going until he had the chance to come around again. Maybe that's what he was talking about? It had BETTER be!!!
Yes, the book...I know, I know.... And I think I'm supposed to be studying the Bible (and other sacred texts when I get done with that), but I've been my usual lackadaisical self about that, too!
Some of those last moments
were, as you say, heartbreaking. I couldn't imagine at the time how I could possible survive. You've obviously had the same kind of pain of loss--sorry it got brought back to you on my behalf.
I'll have to think about the tall person mussing up my hair at Christmas (?) time. I'm thinking that it might be kind of a visual metaphor for something else I'm thinking of, but maybe something else will come to me.
Pete, thank you so much for all of this! I'm so glad you've gotten to know "Davo" a little better, and vice versa!
Doe