I am a father of three. My eldest is married to a good man, she has two lovely babies of her own, and lives literally half way across the country from me. My middle lives in the same town as his big sister. My youngest still lives at home, at least for one more school year.
My eldest brought her children to visit me for just over a month. I hate how little time I actually got to spend with them because of work. I could not take off because I am a school teacher, my team teacher has been sick and thus absent, and our students could not be left with no teacher (small school).
I walked past the bedroom where my grandkids slept and the floor was covered with toys. It hit me hard. The silence in the house. The hollow missing feeling. Even my youngest is not here tonight. If I could cry, I know I would. I miss their noise more than words can describe. I miss picking them up. I miss their crying. I miss them falling asleep in my arms. I miss their noise.
I did not get to give them a hug or kiss before they left, I had to be at work. I missed the life of my children at work, and now my grandchildren because of work. The cat’s in the cradle with a silver spoon…
I miss their noise.
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