I miss my kids, I miss my kids, I miss my kids.
I was looking forward to seeing my 11-year-old tomorrow morning. Yearning is more like it. Dave and I went out for dinner tonight and there were families there with kids and my heart was light with excitement thinking, tomorrow morning, I just have to wait until tomorrow morning, and I'll be able to see my Sam, my wonderful, wonderful Sam.
Then, just a short while ago, he phoned. He didn't want to come over. He was sick, he said. Didn't feel like making the trip. I tried to convince him to come. I tried really, really hard but he had made up his mind.
I feel like I have been run over by a truck.
Lucky those who see their children every day. Pray you never feel the pain in my heart.
Big hug for you...
ReplyDeleteI haven't been in your shoes but I've been in Sam's. And I had no idea my dad would've been feeling as you do.
ReplyDeleteHugs to you.
I am so so sorry. Virtual hugs from afar.
ReplyDeleteI do pray that. And now a "word up" for you too.
ReplyDeleteOh Cathy, I am so sorry.
ReplyDeleteThings will change.....
ReplyDeleteCathy, I'm so sorry!
ReplyDeleteOh dear, Cathy - that's such a shame! Amazing how your kids dominate your emotional barometer - even when they're grown and gone, like mine (or come back, bringing their troubles with them!
ReplyDeleteHugs, m'dear :-/
So sorry sweetie, hugs to you xoxoxoxo
ReplyDeleteAnyone with kids understands your pain. Sorry Cathy! Hope you see them soon. (((hugs)))
ReplyDeleteDenise
Well, heck. Can you go see him?
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