You know yesterday I was at lunch and Gladys was going on and on about the full moon coming up. How everyone needed to protect themselves and we should buy some flowers and drink out of a "shell" or something. She goes to a Unitarian Church, ya know.
And it got me thinking about how I feel on a full moon. I usually feel heartsick. I miss being close to someone I love in the bed, all snuggled up in what seems like a room with the all the lights left on.
(Which reminds me that you should always pay your electricity bill on time. Especially if you live in a warm climate.)
The moon would mean another month was gone. I miss the way the passage of time used to feel. Like it was speeding by and I could feel it slipping through my fingers. There were so many happy moments, raising babies and loving my husband. I just wanted things to stay like that forever. Simple. Not easy, but simple.
(Which reminds me that while you're young you should always take care of your feet.)
Time moves so slowly now. I was layin' in my bed last night, for hours it seemed, in that special place that we all go to where we're not asleep yet but we're also not awake. I thought of you, grandbabies. And what you all might be doing and thinking and feeling. And how much hope you bring me. And joy. I remember when you were born how my heart filled with a beautiful bright light that I'd never known before. I realized then that you were the answer to the why we were all looking for. Me, your grandpa, your momma and daddy. You blew us away with your bright light. As big as the moon.
I'm going on now and it's getting late again. And I know I don't always make sense.
(Which reminds me that you really should start a savings account with that check I sent you. I saw today that you haven't cashed it.)
I love you. I hope you'll visit this Sunday. It sure would be good to hug your neck.
Love,
Myrtle J.
P.S. I hope you got over that cold, honey.
