The soldier and his family have long since returned to Fort Hood, leaving the “Papa Chair” empty until evening time, leaving our hearts with a longing for more time . . . more time with the grandchildren . . . more time please.
My Bad Alice has returned to work, leaving me without a walking partner once again; without my True North.
Empty arms and an empty house left me feeling a bit . . .
empty for a while.
(Ehren meets Itty Bitty Emma Kitty)
Yet, look here, all my many blessings, though some are a thousand miles away, all are right here, deep in my heart, frozen in time, in a memory.
And one click on my computer.
Today, Lord, once again, I give you my “busted heart”
and I’m not taking it back this time.
***Prayers for my Beloved Anne***