Lonesome moments hit at the strangest times...
lying in bed at night
Sunday mornings at church
mid-math class
singing with new friends
talking to old friends
making cookies
at the end of a long day
the beginning of a new day
reading in my diary (a year ago I went to see her)
seeing one of my students do something she would have loved
They hit and leave you reeling, the empty Andrea-shaped spot in your heart throbs, your eyes water, you frantically wipe away the tears and pretend to smile. "I'll cry later," you say. Then one day "later" comes and you can't push the tears off any more. The tears flow, healing the Andrea-spot a little and you can go on.
Until next time.
