Time marches on, and live evolves. It has been over 2 years since I have spoken with Delana. My phone number has been blocked on hers and Caelum’s phones (or so I assume since I go directly to voice mail). My emails are not answered, and I am still blocked on Facebook. I know her address only because I work for a company that knows where everyone lives.
The pain is no better than it was 2 years ago. I can hold back the tears more than 2 years ago unless I am alone in my lonely bedroom. I look at photos of the kids and wonder what they look like now. Caelum is almost 16. His voice has likely changed and he is probably shaving. I wonder how he is doing in school? I wonder why he quit band ROTC and Speech.
Ruby is almost 12. I am sure she is a beauty. She has always been so smart. Olivia will soon be 11. I am having a problem with both of them being that old. We missed the years they were in England, now we are missing these years.
I sent flowers to Delana on Mothers Day. I thought it might melt her heart just a bit, but it didn’t. I may go to my grave never seeing my daughter and her beautiful children again.