Waking up one Sunday morning in November in a big bed all alone was all I could take. I'm sick of looking for love and not finding it. From this point on I'm done Searching for a man to love me. I have my Cat and that's all I need. I look over at the pillow next to me and there is my furry little buddy. He is sound asleep and sensing me looking at him he stretches and opens one eye and looks and me. Kirby Slowly raises his head and gets up and walks over to me and stands on my chest as if to tell me "Ok Mom I'm up time for me to eat." Taking that as my cue I get up and make my way to the kitchen and start my coffee and get Kirby's dish for his breakfast. I make his breakfast and head for the bathroom. As if on cue my damn phone rings. Who the Hell could this been at this hour on a damn Sunday morning? Deciding to just let voicemail to pick it up I go about my morning business. I make my coffee and sit down and turn my tv on and settle down to watch the news and see what's happening in the world for the day.
After the news I turn the tv off and just sit in the quiet and think about what I want to do for the day. My life has changed so much since my husband passed away almost a year now. He used to take up so much of my life now I find it hard to find things to interest me. My mind drifts off to the last time I was with him. Ed and I were getting his truck ready for his trip. We had gone shopping and bought food for his usual ten week trip. We were putting it all where he usually put it. Joking about how it really wouldn't last the full ten weeks and really just laughing together before we had to say goodbye to each other. After we loaded the food and his clothes on the truck and I made his bed up we went back into the house. We always made love before he left out on the road. That day we took extra time to make love to each other. When we were done he took a shower and I made his coffee and made a few snacks for him to start his trip out with. I made sure his phone had been fully charged. So he had nothing he had to worry about before he left. When he was dressed and ready to leave he walked into the kitchen and kissed me. Told me he loved me and would call me in a few hours. He climbed into his Truck and headed out. Had I known That would be the last time I would see my husband I would of stopped him from leaving. But you never know what the future holds.