She left me.
Well, okay, she didn't leave me. She left our city to go be with her husband. She left because she is starting a new chapter of life and they all need to be together as a family.
I am happy about that. I really am.
But she never even said goodbye....
Life moves pretty fast, people. I'm not just saying that. Tell people you care about them. Sometimes time runs out and you are caught unawares.
You know who you are. I miss you a ton already. Be well. Be happy. Start a damn blog so I can keep up with you. Let me know if you run into George now that you're living in his neck of the woods.
Mom, wife, daughter, sister, friend. Scrapbooker, family historian, reader, cook, photographer. Volunteer. Political junkie. Springsteen fan. Loves deeply, strives daily to be a cheerful, kind and generous person. Fails regularly. Snarky, judgy and more than a little blunt. Some people don't appreciate my style. If you're one of them, that's ok. Get your own blog.
Hey!
ReplyDeleteIt's me! I did stop by your house on Thursday afternoon. Your van was in the driveway and I rang the doorbell 2 times! I tried to call you later, but didn't leave a message, as Kenan started screaming before the beep. Then it got hecktik as hell. I miss you too! I miss our covertible cruises down broadway blasting MPR and Mexican polka. Thanks for your ear and your laughter! I'll be in touch!
Love, Kristine
Oh, I forgot, George W. or George S?
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