That song was playing on the radio last week when I was sitting in my doctor’s waiting room.
It describes my life.
Hooked on a feeling. The feeling of Greg’s love for me and all the good it brought into my life for forty-two years. I will always be hooked on that feeling. Hooked on all we had together.
Simple things. Riding down back roads at all hours of the night. Watching Christmas cartoons on a snowy Saturday afternoon. Sharing a bag of M&M’s and a Pepsi.
Wonderful things. Greg’s warmth and strength. His goodness. His arms around me when a day was rough. Listening to him sing throughout a day. Snuggling against him in the night. His laugh.
Hooked on a feeling.
And wanting . . . and wanting . . . and wanting . . . all I can never have again. Wanting what is impossible to replace.
The memories are always with me, bringing smiles and tears, often at the same time. Memories aren’t the same as having Greg by my side, but I am thankful God blessed me by letting me have this wonderful man in my life for forty-two years.
I am hooked on a blessing.
