I remember you…

Miss is sick and nobody knows but me and Josie.

Today, 29 years ago, in a small Chapel on Sawmill Road we said something to each other that we can’t recall but we can’t forget either. We told each other that we would…

STAY.

Today, 29 years later, nobody called, nobody wrote, nobody tweeted or texted either. Nobody noticed. This, my friend, is what we call normal. It just is. Remember this…

I remember you.

Today, Miss is sick and we are celebrating anyway. We just had a little Ceasar, a little squash, a bunch of cow, and just the right amount of vino. We talked about how lucky we are to have each other and how we ought not take it for granted. Children come and go. Parents, by their very nature, leave us behind. Friends are just like us and mostly wrapped up in caring for their old and worrying about their young. Neighbors, we just don’t know.

Today, we didn’t do anything too special to celebrate our 29th but we did notice the occassion and remember the reason. Today Miss and I reminded each other that we make July 24th special regardless the circumstance. We just do…

I do not mind being alone, I do not mind having but a few friends, I do not mind being distant from my siblings, I do not mind being away from my Mom, I do not mind the aches and pains that come with being 52. I have next to no complaints.

I do, however, thank God daily for my Miss. I do.

I do remember our time my Miss. I remember you…