Missing My Son
Today has not been my favorite day. The apartment landscaper across the street parked in front of my driveway. When I told him he needed to move, he “F-Bombed” me. This REALLY didn’t set well with me, since this is the same apartment complex that it is suspected Corey was attacked in. Of course this conversation made me 15 minutes late to work.
Work seemed much more frustrating than normal. I will leave it at that.
Then finding out the stairs to the parking lot are closed until December… so I have to walk around the block to get to my car now….
Just one thing after another.
These are the days I miss Corey the most. He could read my body language, and knew when I needed a hug.
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine his voice telling me he loved me. But his voice is gone.
I tried to remember the warmth of his arms around me. But they are gone as well.
So, instead, I sat down and cried.
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