There was this girl.  And she met this guy.  Hrm. No.  That just sounds like the beginning of a bad romance novel.

The truth is I don’t know where to start.  A week ago, the man I thought I’d spend the rest of my life with left.  So, I thought there was a ‘once upon a time, the princess met her prince’ in my life, but he shattered that dream.  It seemed like my life was going along like a great romance novel – girl meets dreamy guy, there were a few bumps in the road, sure, but in the end they work it out and live happily ever after.  But this time, he’s just gone. No word, no note, no reason.  He’s just gone.  He packed his things and left.  It’s as if he was never in my life.

I tried calling his sister, but she hasn’t heard from him.  I tried calling his mother, but she’s never liked me anyhow so she wouldn’t tell me even if she has heard from him.  I don’t know why I bothered.  I tried  his best friend with no luck – he thought MIA was on vacation in the islands with me.

This is a man dedicated to his job.  He’s a veterinarian, a partner at a clinic.  His counterpart knew only that he’d taken some time off, but had gotten the impression that the vacation time was being taken with me!

Why did they think he was with me, when in fact he’d left me sitting alone and heartbroken in my empty apartment?  I sat up, dried my tears and thought long and hard.  There was a mystery here.  I knew it.  That sensitive guy that I had grown to love would not, could not, just walk out on me without a by-your-leave!  He was much too straightforward to do that. He’d sit me down and talk with me  first, give us time to work things out.  He knew how to talk about things. It was one of the things that had drawn me to him in the first place.  That, and his gorgeous blue eyes.  Not to mention that sexy, deep voice that I’d heard rumbling beneath the crowd at the party where we’d met.

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To be continued….

I’ve got a day to catch up on…and what a day to have to catch up on.  So, I’ll write two posts today and call it even.

First off, I’ve decided to participate in NaBloPoMo this month.  Writing every day is good for the soul and I need something that is good for the soul these days.

So, here’s the heart of my October 1st post, even though it’s coming on October 2nd.

On October 1st, I take time to honor the life of my son Sullivan and to mourn his death.  He was a beautiful little baby with bright blue eyes, a charismatic little personality, and a frail body – as chubby and pink and warm as it always was.  He gifted me with one smile in his 23 months of life, although we saw many his happiness with us in many other ways.  Unfortunately, we saw he was unhappy and uncomfortable and in pain much more often.  His passing in the end was a blessing, as it let his body rest and set his soul free.  His beautiful, magnificent, old soul.  I like to believe that his soul learned from us love even as it endured the suffering.  Here is to Sullivan, my bright boy.  I miss him all year round, but particularly now in the fall, and most especially, on the day of his passing, on October 1st.