I miss you. I miss your emails in my inbox, telling me about your sweet peas, and Teddy, and how the pumpkin patch is going to open soon. I miss your comments on my blog about New England, and road trips, and fall, and cooking. All the things that connected you and I.
You were such a comfort to me after our loss. You always had kind words, thoughtful words. You always made me feel that, even though we lived so far apart, and had never met in person, that our hearts were mingled.
"Wish you were here for the party..i told sharon that dawn and i think someday we will meet..she said..oh, yeah..you will...i thought that was cute..
And I love the idea of us all like tiny little Christmas lights glowing around the world. That's perfect.... maybe someday we all...Sharon, Susie you and me could have a weekend at Waterfall House..... you never know....."
How I wish that all had come true, Kary. How I wish we could have driven up the road to the apple orchard, or visited your favorite bakery. Or stayed in Big Sur, or explored Maine in the fall.
When Buddy passed away, you wrote to me:
'I love the saying "don't cry because he died, smile because he lived."'
I am trying to smile.
Once, you sent me this heart that you had hand-stitched, with the word 'Friend.' And a tiny forget-me-not, barely visible, but so meaningful. Especially now. Because I won't ever forget you!
My kindred spirit...kindred to so many who loved and adored you...I am picturing you now, in your own personal Heaven, walking through eternal autumn pumpkin fields with Buddy by your side.