21 January 2011

I missed David today is a casual way. In a he is away from home and I can't get in touch with him sort of way. I had a good meeting for a PTO event, a frustrating phone call about the Bloomfield house, I was looking forward to my class this afternoon, and hated leaving before it was over because I didn't have someone to cover my for childcare. And I just wanted to tell him that stuff -- to complain, to crow. Nothing at all important.

In the pain and grief, part of me, some more physical part had forgotten how it was to miss him without doubling over.

And now, I remember.

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