Sayda

I’ve tried so many times to start blogging again and I haven’t been able to start. The month after my very last post, my Christmas post, we were told that Dick would have to go home on hospice. He passed away that following month. I think one of the reasons I haven’t been able to start blogging again is because in order to start again, I have to start with a very painful 2018.

I had a very interesting thing that happened at 11:00pm tonight. I was laying on my stomach in my bed, getting ready to start a movie on Netflix when I heard Dick call my name. He said... Sayda.  The way he used to say it when he needed me to go to him. It was clear as could be. Just the way he pronounced my name... (Sī the). I looked to my right and looked at his big picture that hangs on the wall. I looked at him for a while, forgetting it was just a picture and not really him. I said, “Yes? Do you need to tell me something Dick?” It was within minutes that I felt like I needed to write this experience on my online journal. Not Facebook! Write about hearing his voice. HIS voice! I love his voice! I never want to forget what his voice sounded like. I felt him so close when he called my name. I know he is still with us. We just can’t see him. Anyway, as I signed in to blogger, I realized  that what he needed to tell me was that I need to start blogging again. I post so much on Facebook because I keep telling myself that I will transfer all those posts to my blog but  I never do it. I’m not going to wait until I catch up anymore. I’m going to start posting again and little by little I will blog on the past year and a half that I missed.

I LOVE YOU MR. CALL!