Grief showed in dark heavy rings under her eyes, like a sign saying “Look at me, I just cried the whole way here.” She tried to blend into the wall.
Dear Friend, I didn’t mean to go away. At the time of my whirlwind of self-involved disappointment, I missed seeing that this would be your last year. When I finally woke up from my frazzle tizzy rat-race life, I was weeks too late. You were already on your way out, one foot out the door.Continue reading “Sorries, Goodbyes and Oatmeal”