Yesterday evening, around 5:50, maybe quarter to 6, my dad called me while he was driving.
He asked me how I was doing. I said I was okay. And he wanted to thank me again for spending Father's day with him on Sunday. We had gone to see Shrek 3 and to lunch. As a present I had given him a dozen and a half of home made chocolate chip cookies, a
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Be well Sweetie. {{hugs}}
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You can, as always, borrow my Gramma. She's closer, and no replacement, but it is her birthday today. (((K)))
Nothing I can say will help, but my heart is with you. I wish you could travel, too. I know how upset you were the last time you couldn't go, and I understand so much that this new hurt is adding insult to injury to your feelings.
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I really need to take another trip back to California. The one short trip for Nanna and Poppa's memorial service was NOT enough. When lifting off in the airplane to leave San Fransisco last summer made me cry... I realised that I need to try to get out west more often. But it's going to be more dificult, now that I'm running out of family to visit there; Grandparents are all gone, and 2 of my cousins and their families have moved away.
Maybe one of these days I can take a trip out there with Dad. That might be cool.
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