I Do Still Need Him..

       This week has been a very busy one, My daughter has had something going on at school, in track she did jump 10 foot and did pretty well with her relay. her 200 meter dash kinda was slower and like me, her aunt noticed she wasn't paying attention to the lane in front of herself.  My sister ran track in High School as well, so she knows what to look for and what my daughter should be doing in the "Between time".  My late husband's father is doing better and has got circulation flowing in both legs now.  I am getting frustrated with the Mansfield Med-Central Website because "The E-mail A Patient" wasn't working on my computer, although, everything else seems to work fine.  He was kinda down because the kids and I hadn't been e-mailing him, even though we'd been trying.  That has me worked up.
        I think about Schizz (Sir Anthony) a great deal, there isn't a day that passes that he doesn't cross my mind. Something inside of me just can't let go.  That is ok for me, I hope it is for him too.   Even though he has been out of my sight for going on three years now, every time I think about the way he looked at me with those sparkling eyes of his, it still keeps the flame burning.  
        In the first few months, I got to know my Late husband, he used to be the one that called me from Iraq.  It was because of course of his duty.  Needless to say, it was always a treat to hear from him whenever he did call.    Just as it was so delightful to finally meet him face to face.  I think about how nice all that would happen between Sir Anthony and I .  However every man is different and that's ok too.  I know he is a very busy man and he cares so much about what he is doing, as it should be.
        I fantasize about how nice it would be to hear his voice again or even to see him at my door someday.  He would get the biggest smile and longest hug he ever got in his life...well maybe, I am sure he got that from his mom when he came home.
        I remember what he said once of how I would have the hardest time with him leaving..I guess he was right..I hate that when that happens (Ha-Ha).  But seriously, I have struggled dealing with his absence but I know he had to go back home.  Every morning that dawns bright and warm I know he shares it with me some hundreds of miles away and even though I can't see him or even talk to him to tell him, how very much I love and care about him or ask him how his day was, somehow deep inside, I always pray that somehow he knows that there are people here carry him close to their heart, especially three misfits who live in a little place, in a little burg called Lewis Center, who ache to see him again...so yes SCHIZZ, I still do need you, we still need you, I hope and pray you need all of us too!