L is for Lonely

      

    

  Henry had been dead for six months.    During his sickness, the house bustled filled to overflowing with her family and friends.  

      

      Since the funeral they had stopped coming, leaving her alone and forgotten.  They went back to their lives.   It was as it should be.  She prayed for a reunion that only death could guarantee.

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Q is for Quiet

    Whenever I visit either of my kids schools I am amazed by the quiet.  You know that behind the closed doors of  every classroom there are hundreds of kids lurking still the halls are quiet as a tomb. The teachers lead the kids out single file into the hallways in military precision holding up their hands in the shape of a zero.  All that can be heard is the shuffling of feet.  I am always amazed by their control and the quiet.


     What is even more amazing is that among their ranks is my son.  How does the teacher manage it?  Once he reaches home he is so loud he rattles my eardrums.  It isn't just my son, but my daughter as well. When they are at home they seem to be in competition to see just how loud they can be.  All I long for is the peace and quiet I get once they head off to school.

       How ironic it is when summer break is over and I return to the house after seeing them off to the bus how much I miss their noise.  The house is always completely silent.  You would never know I have dogs because they are all in furry slumbering heaps on the couch.   Even though most of the time I wish the kids would be quiet, when they are gone I long for the noises that tell me I am not alone.