Back in the apartment: 4: 30 pm
I was sitting on the couch, and Gracie was taking her afternoon nap when Andrew walked in. He came and sat next to me, "hey sweetie, how was your day today?"
I layed down and put my head in his lap, "Pretty calm, I didn't do much. How was yours?"
"Hectic." He mumbled.
"Aw, what happened?" I asked in a baby-ish tone.
"What didn't happen? It was just… stressful."
"I'm sorry… I met someone today."
"Oh, you did? Should I be woried?" He asked with a half smile.
"Maybe," I said, grinning to myself. "He's quite the charmer."
Andrew looked down at me, "And where did you meet this man?"
"In the park," I simply said. Then I dropped the act, chuckling, "He was an elderly man who sat next to me and we had a little chat."
"Oh." He seemed uninterested, then continued, "so what's for dinner?" Then I knew he wasn't interested.
"Well, I don't know, maybe chicken cacciatore."
"That sounds nice, and you know how to make that?"
"Well, ya see, I was thinking you could go pick it up for us."
"Alright," He stood up and grabbed his keys, "I'll be right back. And when I do get back I don't want to find any other men in here." And he left.
Andrew got back, we ate, I fed Gracie, Andrew and I played with her, oohing and ahhing over everything she did, then I put her to sleep for the night. Then Andrew and I also went to bed. I was exhausted, so simply rested my head on Andrew chest and let myelf fall alseep to his rhythmic breathing.
I woke up at 8 am this morning to find the bed next to me empty. It was Andrew's day off and I knew he had made breakfast by the smell of omlets filling the room. I went into the kitchen and sat between him and Gracie. Andrew was reading the paper, so I just grabbed a plate and began eating. I was shortly interrupted by the page I saw laying on the table. It was the obituary section of the paper. A certain face stuck out at me. I turned the paper so that it was right side up to me. The name beside the face was Arthur Simmons. It was the man from the park the previous day. I suddenly got a queezy feeling in my stomach and a lump in my throat. I put down my fork and began to sob uncontrollably.
Going to Arthur's funeral and seeing the fairly empty room made me reflect upon my own family, and the family I'd created. I had precious time to be spent with the people I care about most. Later that month I had the opportunity to invite Andrews parents, and of course Gammy, down to spend some time with us. I wanted Annie to get to know her great-granddaughter. I wanted Andrew to create a better relationship with his father. I wanted to get to know my mother-in-law a little better. I wanted to be able to say, "I have created a close-knit, and comfortable enviroment for my daughter."