I want to talk about it but then again I don’t. I can’t quite figure it out. My weekend was rather uneventful, however Keith did call and then midway through the conversation he handed the phone off to his girlfriend. I know I was the one once on the receiving end of the “hand-off phone” when this very child’s father had to talk to his mother and handed the phone off to me. Lovely how history repeats itself but only in the worst of ways. Lovely how I’m on the receiving end of the phone call but I end up not talking to my own child at all. The grandma was supposed to call me, I think maybe she did but she didn’t leave a message. She lives somewhere in Sebring. Oh heck..why not bail out there kid…that’s only 101.13 miles and 1 hour 59 minutes away from anyone that you know or might consider still calling family. Ahhh but I have no clue…because he says that he “loves her”. “I love her Mom”. *sigh*
Life goes on. It seems as if it shouldn’t or couldn’t or at the very least an emotional earthquake would cause something to come to a screeching hault but that is not how life goes. Life keeps moving. The sun keeps coming up. The sun keeps going down. The lung’s keep working even when the heart is broken.
Far be it for me to win the lottery and then have that history repeat itself, eh?