🎶Memories... Light The Corners Of My Mind🎶

I miss him and find myself at times wondering when he'll be home.
It's only the briefest of seconds.
Then, I tell myself the truth,as hard as it.
I feel,that if I don't acknowledge the truth I'll go crazy.
I'll be one of those women who have conversations with the invisible, set out two dishes,plates,cups, and pretend he's still here, until I end up delusional and believe the lie.
I won't let myself take comfort in that kind of madness.
As tempting as it may be.
I still have my granddaughters and grown children to think about,as well as my own mental health.
So,I think of him,but I talk to others about him and not to him.
We talk about his funny ways,the good times we had,how gentle, generous, and forgiving he's was.
This way, I never forget him and I stay sane.

🎶...So, it's the laughter,we will remember... whenever we remember the way we were🎶