10.28.1942-6.17.2005
Rest in peace, dear sweet woman. I remembered you today and thought of our last morning together, one year ago on this day. You are still loved. Still missed. But I'm sure that you know that already, somewhere up there, or all around, or in here, wherever people go.
I did what I think you would've wanted; I enjoyed the day. I walked on a winding, forest path with my son. I was nice to people when I didn't think I had it in me. I gave a stranger the benefit of the doubt. I drank champagne. And I'm writing you this note on the off chance that heaven has wireless access.
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Imparted by Southern Girl at 9:41 PM
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