I talked with my friend's daughter yesterday evening for about 45 minutes. What a blessing this was. I got to tell her about her dad. It was so sad to hear her talk about how she will never know him. I feel sad for her, and also for him. I really probed a bunch of damaged brain cells to remember everything I could about him. As we talked, I remembered more things. We both laughed and we both were on the verge of tears most of the time. When I get a second (which won't be any time soon) I am going to go through my old journals to see what else I can remember about him. It is over 20 years since George and I broke up - remembering things is easier than I thought it would be, but still pretty hard. The thing I would like most to remember? His sister's last name. Why do women change their names when they get married????? It makes it impossible to find them!
I better get dressed up in my bicycling clothes and get out of here. Have a great sober day everyone.