I often find myself lingering in
thoughts of you. I ponder fresh baked cookies, warm homemade pies, chocolate
fudge brownies, your massive collection of valuable beanie babies, and fluffy
Pomeranians too. It’s like you’re still here. I still feel you softly patting
my back. I still smell the aroma of chocolate chip cookies, apple pies, fresh
made brownies each and every time I step out of the car before entering your
house, and I still hear your sweet voice cheerfully welcoming me with a “hello
dear.”
Nostalgia gets the best of me.
Visions of puzzles pictured of Indians appear in my mind. Hearing the
screeching sound of your old recliner chair rocking back and forth still invades
my ear drums. I still hear your joyous shout, “BINGO!” after having cleared
your Bingo card during a game of Blackout.
During the times I think of you, I
think of how you were, not of how you are now. Your radiant smile illuminates
my thoughts. I envision that sweet twinkle in your eyes and how lively and
spirited it makes them. Just the thought enlightens me. The feeling of your
warm embrace still diminishing my fears, creating a feeling of absolute peace.
My ear drums flood with your loud cheerful chuckle.
Now and then I often find myself
lost in thoughts of you. Reminiscing about the good which out rules the bad, focusing
in on the smiles and forgetting about the flooding tears once shed. I often
find myself thinking of you. Often meaning yesterday, today, right now, and I’m
guessing tomorrow will be the same.
