Friday is here. Let's travel over to Heading Home and join Five Minute Friday. A comfortable, safe place to share five minutes of writing raw. No editing, no over-thinking. Just putting your thoughts down and then hitting the publish button. The only rule is to offer another writer (or two or three) your love and support. Let's go. This week the writing prompt is:
Do you hear my whisper? Today was the first day of school for Darian and Harley. The first long day that I am alone. The house was very quiet. I could hear the whispers. It is the memories whispering to me. I go there...I watch the video that we played at Richard's Memorial Service. And, yes, I cry. But not the sad tears that I have been crying. These are tears of memories. I can almost hear him whispering to me..."honey, don't cry. It will be okay". He said those words often when I was upset about his failing health. Or if there were other things going on. And it always was okay. I felt his warm breath against my ear as I listened for his words. I wrapped myself in those memories. I am glad that we spent all the years together doing the things that we loved to do. He loved his family. Even when they disappointed him, he loved them. And he loved his grandchildren. Often, at night, after the kids had gone to bed, we would whisper to each other. Our love. Our hopes. Our dreams. When he didn't hear as well (or is that me?) our whispers became louder. But we still whispered our love for each other. I miss him. But I hear the whispers! And I know that I will be okay.