Friday, March 2, 2012

I miss my kids

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.

11 comments:

  1. I 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.
    Hugs to you.

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  2. I am so so sorry. Virtual hugs from afar.

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  3. I do pray that. And now a "word up" for you too.

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  4. Oh 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!

    Hugs, m'dear :-/

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  5. So sorry sweetie, hugs to you xoxoxoxo

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  6. Anyone with kids understands your pain. Sorry Cathy! Hope you see them soon. (((hugs)))

    Denise

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  7. Well, heck. Can you go see him?

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