I think that if Bill were here, I would be getting a blast over the many hours spent at work. Not because of my absence but because he worries over my health. Actually, on the drive home last night, I could hear his words in my head and I chuckled and responded out loud, "Oh Bill, it will be over soon." I then marvelled at just how easy this is - talking to Bill.
I laid me down to sleep smiling at the memory of my grandfather, who I never really got to know, pacing in his home calling out to my deceased grandmother. I was told he did this often and I remembered thinking that this was just too weird, too crazy. *hmmm ...* Although I am sharing this with the world, I don't think I will be offering front row seats to my circle of friends and family while I am having a conversation with Bill.
This brings me to the point - am I going crazy? It is often a topic of my reflections. I think not. I am simply responding to the voice in my head, responding to my intuition that I am working too many hours. Or in other situations, that I need to get the tires checked, or I need to look into ... Guess I am simply choosing to share these things with Bill, choosing to start looking after the important things in this world of the living. *grinning* I am not going crazy!
Off to my world of work and today I will seek balance. Right Bill? *wink*
The ones who don't talk to their missing spouse are the ones who don't miss them. The more we miss them, the more we talk--at least I do. Nothing crazy about that.
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