But then something different happened. While I was reminiscing about short walks around the halls of North 6 at MCV (Cletus the IV pole on one side and I on the other), I smiled. I didn't get upset. And then I realized that I was not upset, which usually undoes me. But it didn't.
I was able to happily remember little moments of peace, serenity, and joy in the midst of all the pain. That's a first.
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And won't be the last good sir.Keep hanging in there.
Oh, it's so great when you can finally start to enjoy the memories. Wonderful.
Hey,
Good for you. Those moments are hopeful and will be more frequent.
I am currently reading "The Art of Racing in the Rain" by Garth Stein. Have you read it? or heard of it? It made me think of you, first because of Amanda and second because of racing.
Buddy. That made me smile, and cry a little (happy tears). It's what Amanda would have wanted, I think.
I didn't know ya'll had named IV pole Cletus! That is awesome. Glad to hear you're doing better. Glad to hear Alastair is doing well too.
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