Empty Nesting..Krazy

Getting home late last night, I fell into my habit of 'nite nite' kisses.  Harder to break than smoking, this monkey on my back seems to tease and taunt me as I peak into an empty bedroom still filled with the victory secret wings displayed with pride of the 'Mama before' on her wall; perfume bottles half empty, sweet to seductive scents collected over time used as growing up became a game of alluring, concurring and the building of self confidence with the learned realization of the unnecessary need of the pawn; horse pictures and trophies of the years of stages and phases; all I have  taught, applauded and celebrated alongside her with grace and honor.  Each memory cherished.  My ‘monkey’, my last baby girl, my legacy, my friend.
 I now consider my history as that of a child bride with the Immaculate Conception.  Still ageless, I have gained the wisdom of time, and the stupidity of not calculating the essence of the departure.   Yet   I realize that my best habit will never be broken.  I won’t let it be.  Therefore, I blow kisses to the wind, smile at the accomplishments, trust in the preparation I have put forth, and know that this empty nest syndrome, is just another title given to the accomplished. 
No songs in reference as there is nothing to compare to this melody of life.  Krazy.

Missin' the kissin' - Krazy

I jest at my title.
Yet I refer to my receipt of communication via e-mail.
I have done nothing to deserve this.
I have been only me.
Me… seems to be enough.
I post with the thrill of life goes on.
I post humbly to the non-expected.
I post because there is life after sorrow.
There may be life after commitment to a forever… gone.
I post.  Therefore I dream.

If I had never met you, I would not have liked you

If I hadn’t liked you I would never have loved you,

If I had not loved you I wouldn’t be missing you now

But I do...

And I am... 

To really love someone is not finding someone to simply live with, it is finding someone 

that you cannot live without..

Meeting you after all these years was fate or destiny, becoming close to you was a choice between us,  

But falling in love with you was beyond my control as you, Patty, are so easy to love.

There is no recipe for this.