I'm so alone... There's no one here beside me! -Donkey

I am not sure if anyone even bothers looking here anymore. It has been nearly two months since my last post. I find myself with a desire to write tonight and some actual time to do so. I AM ALONE. ALL ALONE. Christian, is still in Arizona with his father. Corey, is frolicking with his cousins in Louisiana and Caleb & the Joemeister, left for Boys camp this morning. Unfortunately, my better half, decided that he absolutely had to take care of his responsibilities back home in Rochester, like work or whatever so he insisted that I take him to the airport this morning, against my better judgment. :)

So.. here I am in a very quiet living room with the very loud ticking of Big Ben that so kindly keeps me advised of the time. I was excited when I got home, to strip out of my work clothes and walk straight to the couch with some ice water and a book, where I then fell asleep for three hours completely oblivious to phone calls, rain, etc. Then, I woke up to nothing but a very quiet living room and the ticking of Big Ben. Hmmm.

It is still VERY QUIET. I miss my loud, stinky boys and I miss my honey. The last 24 hours has been filled with sad news. Yes, it is tragic that Billy Mays has passed but I am thinking more along the lines of family friends that have endured not one but two terrible incidents in the past 24 hours. It makes me think about how fragile our mortal lives are. So, this week, I decided that I will spend more time reading my scriptures and praying in the quiet living room where Big Ben ticks and tocks. I will walk longer and my heart will grow fonder of the loved ones who are away for a short time.
I am so thankful that the light is stronger than the dark. I am thankful that I have the knowledge I do and the loved ones that surround me. I miss my sister, Suzanne terribly. I miss her children who completely took over my house and my heart for the short time they were here. I miss Cliff talking about Bartow, Bartholemew (or Whatever his name is) and I miss hearing him say Grace. Not Grace like a blessing but Grace, the name. I want to watch him look at crib sets in the Penny's catalog and lay on the living room floor as the boys pace back and forth because it's Sunday and they cant go outside.
I am so thankful for this life and the opportunities it provides. I am thankful for all of you.

And thank you Big Ben. For without you, I may not know that it is 9:38pm. :)