The most important man in my life...
...is dying very far away, and I keep thinking of the dumbest things.
Like how he always lead backwards when he danced. It was hard to get used to at first, and you'd trip and feel dumb and he'd be all apologetic, but once you got it it was somehow all easier.
And how I used to shark him whenever we played cards when I was little, and he'd make comments about what a rotten rat I was, but his eyes were always so proud even when he was saying it.
And how he and grandma used to kiss and flirt and act like a couple of silly 14-year-old kids after 50+ years of marriage, and how it was the two of them that have always made me believe in true love.
I don't know what to do right now. I hate blogging about it and I'm dehydrating myself crying and I have not wanted to be home this badly in ages.
Like how he always lead backwards when he danced. It was hard to get used to at first, and you'd trip and feel dumb and he'd be all apologetic, but once you got it it was somehow all easier.
And how I used to shark him whenever we played cards when I was little, and he'd make comments about what a rotten rat I was, but his eyes were always so proud even when he was saying it.
And how he and grandma used to kiss and flirt and act like a couple of silly 14-year-old kids after 50+ years of marriage, and how it was the two of them that have always made me believe in true love.
I don't know what to do right now. I hate blogging about it and I'm dehydrating myself crying and I have not wanted to be home this badly in ages.