Letter on a Balloon

Dear Dad ~

I really miss you.
I wish the bad guy is dead. Because you didn't deserve to.
I love you dad.
I am in karate.
I wish you were back alive.

Why She Watches

You see it all the time in the movies. Usually a woman, sometimes a man, and occasionally a child, but usually a woman. She sits there, in a dark room, curled up into the corner of the couch, perhaps a blanket covering her legs. The remote in hand. You can see flickering of lights around the room to let you know she's watch something on the television. Home movies of someone, perhaps her spouse, a friend, a parent, God forbid a child, that has passed away.

She watches because she misses them. She watches to relive. She watches to remember. She watches so she won't forget.

Why haven't I been able to allow myself to sit quietly, in my darkened living room, curled up in a corner of my couch, with a blanket covering my legs, holding my remote, watching home movies of my late spouse?

Maybe it only happens like that in the movies.... ???

Let's Pretend

Let's pretend, for just a moment, shall we?

The alarm goes off, beeping that insanely annoying EH- EH- EH- EH. I let out a groan, bury my face in the pillow and stick my right arm out to slap the snooze button. Is it morning already? I groan again, before realising there is movement beside me... slowly you wrap your arm around my waist and rolling me over onto my side you pull me into you. And there, wrapped up in your arms, a smile creeps across my lips, and suddenly I'm glad to be awake...