iluvk9 wrote:I keep calling Truman, Lenny....I run outside to see why Lenny isn't coming in this time....I look to see if Lenny finished eating....I come home from work and he isn't at the door to greet me.
Joyce. Lenny is still with you, you just can't see him.
My grandson, who a psychic told us is "more sensitive" than other children, said the sweetest thing to me the other night. He was sitting on my bed and just out of the blue said "Vinny gets on your bed and sleeps with you at night, Bubbi. You just can't see him cause he's invisible." I love that kid.
I called Sunny "Vinny" last night when I was calling in the dogs from the backyard. That slip didn't make me cry, it made me smile.