A visit from Plastic

87’s son Plastic came to work the other day for a visit. It was his last day of school (I’m assuming it was one of those useless half days that requires you to be at school for approximately a hour….) He was there to have lunch with her and surprisingly she allowed him to come say “Hi” to me. I was definitely overwhelmed and very surprised to see him. I would have loved to have given him a huge hug, but didn’t for fear of crying my eyes out at work. I miss him more than he or anyone else will ever know. When I lived there, he would come in and wake me up. Of course we both woke up early on Saturdays because it is not a day for school or work. A few times, he would crawl in bed with me and we would have a little chat… Nothing serious, just about cartoons, or video games or the cats…. I miss everything about him, yes, I even miss those hour long “I don’t want to take medicine” rants and the “my Dad doesn’t like you” comments.

Who knows when I will see him next…. I’ll definitely give him a hug then, unless of course I might be seen crying….