I haven't been home in awhile, since 2007 actually. And, Christmas was only a few days away.I had this small hope down deep that Brandon, my son, would make a trip here. The reason was, he wanted to fly up for our birthdays this year, but work was too hectic, so I thought, maybe for Christmas. I've always spent christmas with my family in the past, that's been hard living so far away, and I've missed them. I'd been on the phone with him a couple of times helping him pick out gifts, I'd talked to Cliff and Kath too, and I'd talked to Sue, but its not like being with them. But anyway, on December 22 Brandon calls me about a gift for Martin, he says he is going to mail them even if they are late. We talk for awhile, then hang up. I almost cried then because I knew he wasn't going to fly here for Christmas, it was only a couple of days away and he hadn't mentioned a word about it. I tell myself that its ok, I'll see everyone in the spring and I move on. Next day my brother calls, then my sister in-law calls (she's like a sister), then Cliff calls again. I didn't think anything was up yet, I just enjoyed the phone calls. During my last call with Cliff I hear Martin come home from work. I turned to tell him hello and show him that I'm on the phone, and I'd give him his kisses after the call, when I saw my son standing there! I couldn't believe my eyes for a few. You know the feeling of wondering if your eyes are playing tricks on you? I wondered, for just a couple of seconds I wondered. I dropped that phone, hugged my son and cried my eyes out! I had two whole weeks with him and was going to enjoy every moment!

Brandon after a good night's sleep
Christmas morning
Breakfast on Boxing Day
On the Barbican
Brandon and me at Dartmouth
Us at Haybrook Bay at the Plymouth Sound
The English Channel at Dartmouth Castle
Catching the train for a day in London before heading home again.More pictures from Brandon's visit

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