passed away early Wednesday morning.
I've just returned from a two-day trip home. It's an eight hour drive, one way, and to say I'm physically whipped is an understatement.
It was a lovely service, as those things go. So many of our classmates came, and that was most touching.
I spent Thursday and Friday night with another classmate who's been battling her own troubles-cancer, being hit from behind by a drunk driver, family issues, you name it.
Yet she opened her home to me, someone she hasn't seen or talked to in almost twenty years. I felt at home, immediately felt a part of the family. That's really precious to me.
The funeral was Friday morning, and Friday afternoon was spent sharing wine and memories and catching up with several classmates, including a fellow who was really my best friend in high school. I've always been a little in love with him, in the most innocent way.
He's still a sweetheart. I hadn't realized just how much I've missed him over the years.
I'm fixing to watch Carolina play Florida, mostly through my eyelids I imagine.
Be gentle with one another.
lather, rinse, repeat
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