Today's Stage: Irony

Today has been one of memories.  Ironic in that each memory that surfaces is a good one........then it hurts like a rhino kick to the chest.

I remember:

how you would always slide half your fries on to my plate when you were done eating;

how the girls would wait by the window at 4:45pm every day.  They see you walk up the sidewalk.  The wagging tails.

the trip to San Antonio.

the trip to Houston.

Mazatlan....twice.

Watching you nap on the red sofa.  The girls curled up with you.

Hearing you leave in the morning around 4:30 a.m.  The garage door opening, then closing.

You making dinner in the kitchen.  Me watching you and you being unaware of it.

Me watching you.....always.

Loving you....always.

Crap!  I want these memories to be fond ones.  Maybe one day?  Now, they're just daggers in my soul.