There are always words…they just aren’t always appropriate
I feel completely helpless at the moment. I’m trapped at home with contractors while my dear friend, qnotku, lies in an ICU bed in terrible state. The prognosis isn’t good. Those of us who love her are grieving terribly and I can’t even leave my fucking house to go and be with them. The bouncy Hispanic music emanating from my kitchen radio, and the
( Read more... )
(((((Teeny))))). You'll always be thought of as "Teri's little sister" to me. She called you that for as long as I knew her. I know how much she loved you. We were talking yesterday about her wedding. I showed up to help with flowers and food but didn't get to stay for either the second or the third ceremony. One of my most vivid memories of that day, though, is you. You wore this great dress reminiscent of the 50s and you had bouncy, beautiful 50's hair. I just remember that you swished all over the house - such a swirl of color - getting things ready while Teri stewed and sweated in the basement, hot and frustrated about having her hair and makeup done. LOL.
I don't think there were more than a handful of times that I ever visited her that she didn't mention you. Even the physical distance didn't diminish your bond. What a blessing.
I'm so glad you're coming now, although I'm sorry that it has to be under these circumstances. I'm very much looking forward to hugging you again.
Reply
Leave a comment