I've left you all alone sitting here in the digital cold. I knew you were here, but I got busy; as Momma's do. I made the papas, I drove the children to school, I finished my own schooling and started freelance writing for all kinds of places. I even went to Tejas to see my Papa. He was sick. He almost died. When I had to leave his side I felt like I was dying. I twisted and writhed the whole car ride back to big brother's house. He tried to help me stop crying but I thought I might never see Daddy again. I still don't know if I will see him again. I bet you felt that way, little blog. I bet you didn't know if I was coming back.
Well. Here I am! I'm back and I am looking at you. How ya been. Who's been looking after you? Anyone? Anyone at all? Not too many people, huh? No? Just a few good ones came to say, "hello". That's how it is with Daddy now. He lives alone and no one looks after him except a few good ones. Poor little daddy. I will have to go back there. I will have to go back there and see him. See how he is doing all on his own. I called him a lot since I am still as busy as a Momma... He is stronger and happy, but alone.
...I really should go back.
