Time has flown by in many ways this month. Being busy means that time has not dragged. In a few days I will be with my family in North Wales…and then Cheshire.
However…time has been strange with regards to Goldfinch. I can still picture him wrapped up in my big snuggly robe after a shower. I am still warmed by his embrace. I still find comfort in the warmth of his hand caressing my hand. Yet…time is cruel, for it feels like many months I have been without him. The time has dragged in that respect. I miss him. I miss his text messages which always excited my day.
I wish he was here. I wish he were near. However, I don’t begrudge him enjoying Australian summertime one bit. I want him to be happy.
I know it is different…
…in the musical “Phantom Of The Opera” Christine is singing this song to her beloved father when she visits the graveyard where he is buried.
However, I have been singing these words about Goldfinch:
“Wishing you were somehow here again
Wishing you were somehow near
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed
Somehow you would be here”