The Rapture

Big Daddy goes biking every Saturday and Sunday morning in the wee hours with his buddies.  They ride fast.  Big Daddy likes fast.  Makes him feel like he’s not a geezer.  Like he’s got some gas in the tank and some man in the manhood.  When  he comes home, he thumps his chest and says “Did 42 miles today.”  Wow, I say back.  I doubled that at Target.

I rarely hear him leave as I’m still dreaming away about distributing my Lotto win.  When I get up, though, the coffee is made and ready for some sippin’ along with some newspaper reading.  When I went to let the cat in this morning, this was by the front door.

Those would be Big Daddy’s underpants.  Either he was in a hurry to get into his bike gear and out the door or Jesus has called him home.

Author: Kathleen Fisher

Kathleen Fisher is a Chicago girl at heart though she moved from there many years ago when a handsome scientist swept her off her feet. What started as a light-hearted blog about life, marriage, and kids turned more serious in September of 2018 when her husband of 35 years ended his life. A new journey began that day and she now writes about unexpected loss, grief, and finding a path towards healing. View all posts by Kathleen Fisher