Sometimes I feel as though I’ve misplaced my keys. I’ll empty out all the contents of my over-sized purse, crawl on the floor of my car and remove all the cushions from the couches only to discover them in the laundry room on shelf between the bleach and the OxiClean, right where I left them. How they got there I haven’t a clue.
Other times it’s like I forgot to purchase something on my list at the supermarket, the MAIN reason for my trip. I walk out clueless with three bags of stuff and get all the way home and chastise myself for missing the word MILK written in bold at the very top of the page. How does that happen?
Many times, it’s more of a sinking feeling, you know the kind when you could almost guarantee you left the iron or stove on, forgot to lock the front door or neglected to reach out to someone on their birthday?
It’s a nagging, uneasy, uncertain, something’s-just-not-right feeling.
It never subsides.
There is no escaping.
Sure, there are good days and bad days. Days without incident. Days when my keys are right where they should be, in the middle drawer of the bar in our kitchen. There are even days filled with so much joy my heart feels like it might burst right out of my chest and there is no way anything can bring me down. But, I am not naive, I know it’s only temporary because missing someone, or in my case two someones is a feeling I always possess. I carry it with me every day.
Anniversaries, birthdays and other special milestones and occasions are always the hardest. We just celebrated Lucas’ third birthday, Father’s Day is this weekend and my birthday is just around the corner. It’s summertime too and I have the fondest memories of my parents and family being together during the summer. I wish they were here.
Thoughts of my parents used to be the very first thing I thought of when I woke up in the morning and the last thing I thought about each night before closing my eyes, but now and I am so ashamed to admit this; several days will go by and they won’t even cross my mind. They are always in my heart, of course, but recalling them is growing more difficult and it is as though I’m reviewing my grocery list to make sure I have purchased everything I came for and I’m frantically checking and rechecking to make sure the door is locked. Ah yes, there it is, that persistent and familiar something’s missing feeling.
And I am acutely aware that it is.