Too Quiet

We raise our children to spread their wings and fly; to follow their own dreams, no matter where it takes them.
But when it happens, the house is way too quiet.
And when the man you love is also on the other side of the world, that quiet can be overwhelming.
For one beautiful week…. ten days…. I had them both here with me. As I write this, they are at JFK, getting ready to head back to England. And I miss them both so much already. For a week, I slept well. I doubt I will sleep much at all tonight. I take comfort in the thought it isn’t for forever. But I remember the trip Nick made back to the UK just before my father died. Dad cried, because he somehow knew he’d never see Nick again… and he could talk to Nick about things he never felt he could discuss with me, or my brother, or even my mom. And with all the trouble in the world today, I do get scared.
So, the TV is on for noise…. I can watch and of the Harry Potter movies any time I want…. ; Mom and I went and got supper from the Bistro; and I am waiting to hear from Nick from any point at any time he can send a message.

About Mad Annie, Bronwyn, Ann

I am a wife.mother, writer, cashier (hey, it helps pay the bills), Pagan who sometimes thinks too much. A jackie of all trades and mistress of none
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