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.
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Your bicycling clothes (hee hee) should have known you would have a special outfit for bike riding ;)
I'm so happy you got to talk to her. Just think of all un-answered stuff she has carried around for so long....oh yes...God picked Mary for something on this one litlle sugar plum.
I hope your bike ride went well. Take it easy on yourself, please.
(and yes, the new house is about a mile from the old one)
Maybe because at one time men thought they owned women when they married them. Sheesh. How archaic.
If I hadn't changed my last name when I married I wouldn't have such a long name. Or at least the name I had to list on some forms when I was being licensed for insurance. At least now I have the same initials I had when I was single.....LCW
Probing damaged brain cells, I can relate!LOL. What a bittersweet story.
Having gone through what this daughter has, I can tell you how grateful I was for every shred of information.
I was lucky also to find someone who willingly shared the good, even when I knew that was not the whole story.
God Bless you for taking time,MC.
That tight spandex is great. Glad that you were able to provide memories of George for his daughter. I know that means a lot.
Isn't that just a totaly God thing that you listed his whole name and it was how she found you? I feel and see God all over that. I'm sure you gave her precious information that she could not have gotten any where else. God bless you for getting that to her. and easy on the biking post wreck. Take good care of you.
I love how God works in all of our lives! how cool you could shed some light for this gal.
Hope your day was good. I am sorry I am a sporatic blogger, dont forget about me k?
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