And when I do... I come back here and spend a bit of time recalling how far I've journeyed through this life without your presence. It's so very hard sometimes to smile or pretend you are not on my mind. While others pass me on their way to the refrigerator, or set a table for dinner, my mind is spanning time and watching you tile a floor, measure a wall, chat with a customer, instruct your little girls on how to scoop sand into a styrofoam cup without breaking the cup.
Little things. I go into a McDonald's restroom and notice the tile on the walls and see where something didn't quite square up and think of how that would have bugged you. And I chuckle to myself. I recall our conversations and struggle to recall the sound of your voice.
Intangibles. Oh how I wish I had a few moments or hours of tangible time. Time to hug you. To share a story. To make your favorite dessert. I know. I know. I hear you. "Remember the good times, momma."
So I Had A Bad Day/link. It won't be my last. I'm sure.
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