sometimes...

in mid afternoon the clouds came,
the sky became overcast and dark.
the wind began to blow in a small rain shower.
temps dropped nearly 15 degrees in 45 minutes.

a year ago i would have made a call.
i would have called dad asking if 
he too got the small 'squall' of a storm.
and we would have chatted about 
what we each had done that day.
what we would do when i would
visit him the next day.
what "goodie" i would bake for him.

i miss those calls.
those little times to re-connect with my dad.
to just sit together looking out the big
picture window or sit on the front porch 
watching the world go on.

many many times i want to give him a call.
but that's just not possible. 
sometimes i just look up and tell him
whatever i wanted to say anyway.
i like to think he hears me.

i know how much happier he is.
his body is healthy,
his mind is clear and
he is once again with mom, his parents,
and all his siblings.
and Jesus.

whats not to love about that?

but sometimes...
my world is just too empty.