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It was every bit as hard as I thought it would be. And then some. And I don't know what to do right now, because I just woke up from sleeping since I got home, and I'm really depressed and such. And normally, if I were this upset about something I'd consider calling her, I probably wouldn't, but I'd consider it, and thinkg about how it would go, and I would feel better. (Yes, just from that.) Or I'd email her. But I can't do any of that right now, because, well, it's her. And I could call Darcy or someone like that, but really, what would I say? If it were her, I could just say "I'm sad. X happened." And I guess I could call up someone else, but I don't think that'd work so well. Maybe, I dunno.
When I left today, after saying goodbye I drove around one of my earlyloops (for when I get to church too early and have to drive around) twice. (It was the long one.) Intending to go back in and ask for my "one last hug" (Longish story) and the second time (the first I wimped out) I saw that she was out at her car and I pulled in and she and Miss Lorraine were asking if I was okay, and I said that I was fine and I asked for one last hug. And she laughed and gave me one (she gives the bestest hugs ever) and said that I had made her day. And then she gave me another ang I went home.
Miss Lorraine made me promise not to leave too. So I won't.
Also, I cried during her goodbye sermon. And was not the only one.
I'm going to miss her.
I already miss her.
I've changed my mind. I don't care about going out to lunch. I just want a hug from her for my birthday. (Spending time would really really really good too.) But a hug, a hug. She gives the best hugs.
And now back to being a cheery daughter to my other family. 'Cause she's my mom too. She loves that I call her that. At least, I think she does.
Oh, my Mommy Pastor JMe, what am I going to do without you?
When I left today, after saying goodbye I drove around one of my earlyloops (for when I get to church too early and have to drive around) twice. (It was the long one.) Intending to go back in and ask for my "one last hug" (Longish story) and the second time (the first I wimped out) I saw that she was out at her car and I pulled in and she and Miss Lorraine were asking if I was okay, and I said that I was fine and I asked for one last hug. And she laughed and gave me one (she gives the bestest hugs ever) and said that I had made her day. And then she gave me another ang I went home.
Miss Lorraine made me promise not to leave too. So I won't.
Also, I cried during her goodbye sermon. And was not the only one.
I'm going to miss her.
I already miss her.
I've changed my mind. I don't care about going out to lunch. I just want a hug from her for my birthday. (Spending time would really really really good too.) But a hug, a hug. She gives the best hugs.
And now back to being a cheery daughter to my other family. 'Cause she's my mom too. She loves that I call her that. At least, I think she does.
Oh, my Mommy Pastor JMe, what am I going to do without you?