I miss you Daddy
When I was voting yesterday, I ran into E, who gave me a hug. It’s nice to have your therapist live so close! In the meantime, another woman had walked up behind me, but I wasn’t quite sure how I knew her and she began talking to me about the LaLa. I realized D is my neighbor to the right whose little tow head kids I watch playing in their backyard which had been dotted with tall heavy headed sunflowers most of the summer. That morning D had taken off on bike with her daughter in tow, the daughter had called back to her father, who was on the porch with their son, and said, “I’ll miss you, daddy.”
She asked me about my husband and I said, we divorced after Katrina. She said “I thought it was odd I hadn’t seen him around in a while. I’m sorry to hear that, I’m on my second marriage and even though it was mutual that my first husband and I divorce, it wasn’t easy.” And I just welped up. I wished I had been wearing sunglasses but instead I just looked away and said sorry, I’m still a little weepy about it all.