My son was here visiting for a week and he left today. He'll be back for Xmas and I don't want to appear to be a big baby but we see each other so little. He travels so much that he gets to visit here usually only twice a year for approximately a week at a time. I go out to LA to visit him maybe once a year. I'm working on a budget so that I can go out there to see him more often. It just isn't natural for a mother to see her son 2 weeks out of 52 a year. He feels just as bad about it as I do. I cry all day the day he leaves, I guess because I'm never sure when I'm going to see him again. I'm just a mess right now. He's a really good son, very attentive and he helps me so much when he comes home that I feel guilty; paints for me, cleans gutters, all the stuff I'm finding it increasingly difficult to do. But besides that, he gets me. He makes me laugh and he motivates me to be a better person. He's the most important person in the world to me and I feel an actual pain in my heart when he leaves, as though my heart is closing up. I'm sorry if I sound whiney. I just to had to get this out. I miss my boy. And so does my fur posse, especially Boo Bear. He's really my son's cat and has been sticking to me like glue since my son left. And Creamsicle is going from room to room looking for him. That sure doesn't make any of this easier.
