A Thief in the Night

You were there and then you weren’t.  Like a thief in the night you were taken from us.

There were times when I thought about you, but I was too busy and did not make the call.

I allowed my life to get in the way, not allowing for a 10 minute call to say hey, how’s it going, what are you up to?  You know small talk, the kind of conversations you have with a grandparent.  The calls that let them know that their grandchildren are fine, and making it through this tough and trying thing called life.

Now, you don’t know who I am.  I send letters, but by the time they get to you, they are from a stranger.  I end each letter with Hugs and Hisses, as that was our thing.  I sign them Shelski, because that was my “Polish name”.

Life is fleeting, so incredibly fleeting.  There is nothing that says we have a tomorrow.  Or how that tomorrow will turn out to be.

You were with us.  Now you are not.

My heart breaks.  I feel anger… why does this happen?  Why is he being taken away from us?  I have guilt, I did not have a chance to say goodbye when he still knew who I was.

Oh my Poppy, I miss you.

Love your loves like there is not a tomorrow.  As tomorrow is not guaranteed.  We have no idea what is going to happen when we wake up each day.  Live life to the fullest.