Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Alphabet Blog.
A very long time ago, there lived a little young women who lived all alone ,besides her pet, in her home. Although she seemed very affable, or friendly didn't mean the lady was much of a people person. Babbling about the her boring day is something the woman did to anyone that would listen, her cat especially. Casper the friendly black cat is the little old woman's best friend ,and having alot of credence, or trust in him not to tell a soul. Due to some unbelievable circumstances, she lost her loving husband, the only person that knew the chaos that went on in her life. Even the annoying sounds she makes shower. Forever after the accident, she dreamed of horrible things happening to him because she had contrite feelings about things she never said to him. Generally, she would wake up crying over him. However, as weeks passed she thought less about it, and dreamt less of the matter. It seemed like not crying meant forgetting about it, and that wasn't it. Just missing is okay, but she never could stop herself when she remember the little things she missed. Karaoke nights that she abhored with a passion when he was here to be ecstatic about were something she missed more than ever now that he was gone. Lucky for him she never had the guts to sing for him. Mostly she missed the smell that lingered in when he walked through the door. Never once did he walk through the door and she not notice. Only it was totally obvious because he always said "Honey i'm home!" Perhaps maybe if she said, "i love you" more than she wouldn't feel so bad. Quite frankly he would sometimes say "i love you" and she would ignore him and go on with what she was doing. Rather often she figured he would think nothing of it. Sorrow and tears come to her eyes when she thinks about if she didn't say it enough. Through thick and thin he stuck with her and yet she never thanked him. Usually someone might walk in and then walk right back out of your heart when things got tough. Varied disparties held them together for as long as they could. Why, she doesn't understand. X-mas would be extra hard without him this year. Yet maybe just another something she would miss. Zany people will always be remembered if they touched your heart, just like her, James.
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