Drama at the Warehouse

School had come to a close and I'm in the car....heading to my favorite place.  I absolutely love grocery shopping and going to Sam's Club was something I looked forward to all day.  I pull in, get my card in one hand-list in the other; and head through the doors.  Nodding to the greeter I flash my card and the trip begins.

I always make a list; never have went shopping without one.  I can't think without my grocery list and it's the only list I make.  Well, the only big list I make.  I love the carts; I don't think I have ever gotten a bad cart at Sams.  And I always go in the same direction when I shop at the club.  I'm doing great until I get to the dairy section.

Then it hits me...I don't get to buy anything for the kids anymore.  I've been grocery shopping for thirty years and twenty six of those years I always shop for the kids.  I buy a lot for my son who lives at home....oh but he doesn't anymore.  By the time I hit the produce section I had tears swelling in my eyes.  Now once they start...they keep on; it's hard to turn it off.  As they fell I just happened to pass a sampler girl who asked me if I wanted a cracker with cheese.  Now when she saw the tears..her face looked like she wanted to be anywhere but there...offering me a cheese cracker.  I smiled faintly and said no thank you as I moved on.

Now I'm in a dilemma.  Do I actually wipe my face or just allow the tears to evaporate?  As I'm thinking about this my mind starts wondering if people think I have just lost my husband. Or maybe they think I have been told I only have twenty-four hours to live and I'm spending two of those at the store.  I find myself looking at some chickens.....they probably think it's allergies.  Sigh......

I am thankful for blessings and want them to move on; but at times I really miss them.