Wednesday, 15 October 2003
Personal
Missing Them
Today I woke in my own bed. Today I creaked my way downstairs in a cold, old house. Today I ate breakfast alone.
Yesterday didn't exist: I saw two sunrises from the sky. But on Sunday, and for six days previously, I woke in my family's Adirondack outpost. I crept downstairs to the cry of "Uncle Paul!" from Isabel, and a dribbly grin from Nicholas. I spent the days playing and chatting, reading and relaxing. I laughed at Isabel's mid-Atlantic accent; I wondered where Nicholas's will be.
Not for ten years have I spent so long in the company of my sister. Never have I spent time with nephews and nieces.
And I miss them.
Posted by pab at 14:58