Can you hear me?

Well its been a little bit since I updated this site huh?
I suppose the reason being I really haven't thought of something that really has struck me as worthy of writing about. It's not really like anyone reads these things with much to expect anyway right?


While walking on campus the other day memories of many things came to me. They came for no apparent reason. I thought of the times that when I we went to visit my grandparents in Florida, my father would let me "drive" the rental car. Driving of course consisted of sitting on his lap while I turned the wheel and he navigated the pedals. From there came the thoughts of homemade strawberry jelly, rose bushes, the ride on lawn mower, bottles filled with different colored water. Memories of not wanting to step on the spot where the carpet meets the kitchen tile because sometimes you would get poked with some kind of nail that was sticking through.
The thought of the faded, creaking PVC patio furniture came to mind as well. The window that I used to look through while dinner, or lunch, or some snack was being prepared. Why is it that the grass is always so hard? I remember lanterns that bubble on the organ during Christmas, and the hot air balloon ceramic. Was that near the sand castle? I think it was. Same with our pictures you always got. I remember perfume that words can even describe, sometimes I think that I can still smell it. It was by the kissing bobble heads right?
Did you see me when I played on the field that night? Did you hear what I played? I remember that cold November. I don't know if there were a lot of stars that night; though there was at least one. The Star that shines bright in the sky, bursting forth a bright light that no fog, storm, or cloud can envelope.
Is there anything that I can say to you, Star? A flood of a million thoughts and ideas flow into my head. So many things that I could have said. Did I need to? There could have been many more things that I could have said, could have asked. The enigma of who you really were and what really did happen. Was the oven real? Did you really ask him?

I remember hugs...

Can you hear me?