…… is a question I used to get asked at least 5 times a week.

I was watching a tv show just now and this topic came up. The fact that most men with a partner know that they call that partner on the way home to ask that question.
Without fail.
Everyone laughed and agreed.
Including me.

And then it sank in.
I mean, really sank in.
All the way into the depths of my heart.
I could literally feel it.

I used to hear that.
Probably almost every day.
For years.

And then I didn’t.
And I really haven’t given it a lot of thought for over 15 years.
I mean, I’ve wished for someone to be around to help with things.
Many times.
But I haven’t really thought about those words.
About hearing them for a long time.
And then not.

The missing of him will never stop.
The little pains that sometimes zing my heart will never end.
But the memories …… thank God for the memories.
They are a balm for the hurting heart.


Tonight, the past came rushing back.
And I smiled.