Recent Blog: BOYS FIRST TIME BOYSFIRSTTIME left me sitting on the patio, once more warm and sunny, as he gathered up all the wet things and disappeared. I sat there trying to get my mind round what had happened, yet not knowing what to think. He did look like the young Petey but my mental picture of my husband was his later, 'lived in' face and the familiarity of Clive as he had grown from child to man hid the similarities from my eyes until today even though I was surrounded by pictures of my beloved..
My chaotic thoughts began to coalesce along a certain line. Counting back from his birthday, I realised he had been conceived the same week as I sat by that hospital bed and held Petey's hand while his life slipped away. Then I knew how Clive could say those words. With the conviction growing in my mind, I knew how Clive could make love to me as if he knew my body. He did know my body - intimately. Somehow Petey's spirit had crossed into the new life created in Mary's womb. Impossible! Crazy! But 'Just say when, Jenny Wren.' was the unavoidable clincher.
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