I'm drifting and thinking of one person ... and I can not hardly wait till he returns. I'm counting down the next 48 hours. My car pulling into the airport and the landing.
I returned last Saturday from Ottawa, my plane landed at 11:03 and rain gently drizzled over the island. I felt sleepy but it felt good home to return home. The last week was overwhelming and wonderful at times. I still feel as if I am rocking in the hammock near the lake. It felt like summer and all the wonderful events that it brings. Summer ... feeling love, feeling tears .... and the breeze drifting through open car windows. All so heavenly .... and letting someone's spirt pass on. We share ghost stories ... we share memories ... and I listen ... and absorb a life of stories. The body feels so many different things when those we love pass on. All of it aches and twists it's way our mind. How can a person .. collect and sort them. A life lived .... how we shared tears and being vulnerable
In death .... our lens changes... and world we view is forever shaped. I want to live in the moment ... travel ... take off ...
We spent two days downtown Ottawa ... working our way through the market and the National Art Gallery. Never enough time to see everything. I've bought some beautiful items ...
Rob lights up my life and can't wait for him to return to keep sharing our live together ... I miss him ... so deeply .... the bed is empty .. and the house .. is craving to feel like home with both of us here.
