Empty scrapbook ...

Levi's sister sent some photos today. It was overwhelming to see pictures of everyone "back home". Big dinners, shopping in Byron, walks on the beach, and sitting around the table laughing. There were some pictures of his parents, standing side by side on the beach and it gave me a distorted notion of my own parental status. Those lovely pictures reminded me that I don't have that anymore. When my Dad died I lost out on those happy pictures of my parents growing old together (I guess I should say "older"). My mom has remarried a very good friend and is happy but its not the same, and I would never replace that slot.

As Levi has been working reconstruction and clean up in New Orleans (and communication has been limited) I am beginning to ache to see him, to the point of distraction. Hope and I were in the store the other night and I was watching where I pushed the cart but wasn't actually seeing much of anything - I was somewhere else lost in the caverns of my mind. I was thinking about Levi and how amazing this summer has to be, before he leaves for D.C. in August and I go back to school. He will finally come back to VA in 3 days - after 92 days of separation.

With the uncertainty attached to life expectancy - I wonder if I will make it to the crinkled wrinkled beach alone?