Every morning when I wake up alone I miss her physical presence. As I get up from bed I sit for a few minutes and listen to my heart and I can sense her. I suppose a very long life of being together does that to me. Our souls are intertwined and connected through the ether. I sense her while doing whatever wake up routine I have decided upon for the day. I do not know if that is strange or normal.

Usually it is coffee and some variety of breakfast food. Today it was merely toast made from a loaf of bread that I made a day or so ago. I futz around and shower, shave and brush my teeth. I make the bed and find some clothes to wear. Today is a holiday so I have spent time making croissants to go with dinner tonight. Those are almost done rising. I am delaying as much I am able because every morning about 10 AM or so I long to visit Cheryl and touch her.

These days she is sleeping later and I do not want to disturb that slumber. If she was still at home with me I would be getting louder doing whatever futzing I conjured for myself. I would be frustrated that she was not up yet so that I could work my breakfast magic on her. It is now about 11 AM and I am feeling anxious to go and visit with her at Bridgeway Pointe. I am also pretty sure she is still sleeping or at least dozing gently and not very interested in awakening. (Today I delayed until afternoon and when I arrived she was eating lunch. )

Today is Christmas. To me that means gathering with family and enjoying the company. Listening to the grand children and discovering what their interests are. Are there any new boyfriends? Girlfriends? Jobs? Changes in trajectory of their lives? Sometimes they are too busy to talk to grampaw – gotta go! This year there is a gap in my heart. I will not have Cheryl with me at this afternoon gathering.

In an effort to get my head in the game I have been listening to a Christmas playlist from Spotify. Many of these songs are new and remakes of older songs. Many seem to have the theme of love and joy at the birth of a child who will save us all. Many talk of love lost or at least gone awry for now. I do not think it is working.

In the evening I have the same thoughts and feelings. I can sense her even though she is not physically with me. I felt that very strongly last night as a got home from my son’s house. He has the smallest grand kiddo. Small people do not bring any baggage with them to holiday celebrations and that is good for us old people who do.

The croissants are cooling now. I will go and see how Cheryl is today.

Carpe Diem.