It's been six years so I think I can finally sit down and write about what it feels like to "lose" a child. They aren't lost in the traditional sense, just lost to me.
I was thinking about how much I miss the bluebonnets. I've been away from our home state for a long while now and prepping to move back (the job, doncha know) so I am remembering the things I miss. Barbacoa, Texas wines, the carpets of bluebonnets and red clover in the springtime, waterparks, roads that are straight and somewhat flat, the Dr Pepper clock and the Pegasus, seeing Reunion Tower - it's weird to think about those things. Which led me to thinking about the pictures we took of you guys sitting in the bluebonnets - I miss seeing that. The scrapbook I had with your birthdays, bluebonnets pics, grade reports and pictures - that went up in a house fire three years ago. All I have now are the few pictures I had scanned and the memories. And right now that's the one that comes up most. That one and the one of Noh-Face sitting in the tortilla warmer.
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