The Last Time You Talked To Me.

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The last time you talked to me, you said, "Goodnight Kristy. See you in the morning." That morning early, so it seemed, you passed away, leaving behind a trail of memories. The last time you talked to me, you said you would keep Gabriel for us while we went to eat dinner at a friends. I can see it now, you and little man playing. First generation and third generation. The last time you talked to me, I told you I had to go because I didn't want you to say you had to go first. The last time you talked to me, you yelled at me and told me you had slept with another girl two weeks before our relationship ended named Stacy. You are a very good liar. Do you yell at your wife? You never used to yell that way when we were together. It must be her. Sorry your relationship is not the way you wanted it. Sorry that you miss ours but too bad. I guess she's a controlling person. The last time you talked to me, you told me your mother died. What a great lady - no arms but lots of drive. I never met her, but talked to her constantly. Starting a foundation for children that have disabilities is so couragous. The last time you talked to me, you told me you were moving. Did you find what you were looking for? Do you still know what you want? You didn't talk to me long, as you were very busy. Makes sense, as you were moving. The last time you talked to me, you said, "Ba ba ba ba ba ba." Then you said, "Mama mama mama mama." Then, "Dogi Dogi Awa." I guess that means you are happy and you love me. I'm so glad you came into my life, little one. Look at you and how you've grown. I look at you and see more of Graham in you that I see of me in you. You are a handsome boy with so much strength. I sit here and ponder that if I were to marry Michael, you would of never of been here and the children I would of had (if I was lucky) would of turned out to be such ugly brats. I am raising you the way a man should treat a woman. What I went through is enough to know a man should never hurt a woman the way that Michael hurt me. So, you respond and say, "Wa wa wa wa wa."The last time you talked to me, I was just pregnant. You were at my best friend's family's house. Nobody knew I was expecting except for my husband, mom and friend. But, you looked at me and said, "You haven't changed a bit." When in reality, I've changed alot. You passed away in May, a man I've known almost my whole life, a great man to be exact that is looking down on us all from Heaven. The last time you talked to me, you told me that you would see us at around 7 tonight for dinner. What will we be having? What will we talk about? Four friends sitting over wine (possibly), great food, and culture. What a great concept. Let's talk about our trip that we might take soon. Or, we can talk about the house you are living in. Or we can talk about how we just want to get away from Dallas altogether. Maybe we can talk about nothing in particular or let our silence do the talking. The last time you talked to me, you told me about that new job possibility. I hope it works out for you. You are a dear friend for me and helped me in my time of need a few years ago when Michael hurt me. You have shown me that God is there and though it's hard to forget and forgive, I still need to forgive. The last time you talked to me, you came into the room, took off your clothes and got into bed. You rolled over to me and brushed some strands of hair away from my face. You said, "I love you, Kristy." "I love you too, Graham." You gave me three hand squeezes and I gave you four hand squeezes back. This means I love you and I love you too. I love you too, Graham.