Wow…
Once again…thank you all for your wonderful comments! 
Myki …take care of yourself woman!! Remember, lift with your knees…not with your back. 
TheHorseYouRode…thanks for stopping by …and for the encouraging words!
Jen…I guess you could still send those get well cards out m’dear…considering it’s my group…I’m sure that they would apply for at least a few more weeks…unfortunately. 
Tanya…for your sake…I hope that you don’t get sick at all!! Being sick just sucks!
Toni…wow…I had no idea that you knew my hubby, but then again…most people that I’ve met through Xanga have known him on Xanga at one point or another…haha…so I’m not surprised. He reads my site…so I’m sure that he will see your comment and the hello.
And thank you so much for the lovely compliment on my little ones…I too think they are beautiful…but I’m biased.
To everyone else who commented yesterday…thank you very much for all that you say and the support that you give to me here…I appreciate your kind words more than you know.
On a different note…
I had these plans of posting on many different things during the time that I took ill…but of course being ill took up too much time…so I didn’t get a chance to post last week.
As I’d previously mentioned…last Tuesday was the 2 year anniversary of my best friend’s death. I think that for me, the reasons that I’ve had such a difficult time letting go is due to many things. First off…I wasn’t able to attend his memorial service (he lived in Canada), second…we were so close to each other that we were almost twins, third…we’d planned this huge vacation together for last year (which I wound up taking Jason on…and I’m glad I did) but being there where we were supposed to have met was so hard for me, fourth…our last conversation still rings in my head.
See, the last time that we talked…I had this horrible feeling about this trip that he was taking…something just told me that it wasn’t a good idea…and I feared that I’d never talk to him again. I begged him not to go…but of course Peter reassured me that he’d be fine and that he would use “utmost caution” on his trip to Nova Scotia. I hated that he was going…it just wasn’t right, something…just wasn’t right.
The last thing that he said to me is that he would call me Sunday night when he got home…and not to worry, that he loved me and to have a good Thanksgiving.
I never got that call…in fact, I didn’t learn of his death until 2 days after it happened…but by then, I had already known…in my heart, I knew he was gone.
I know that I need closure on this in the worst way…and I know that I will need to travel to where his ashes are scattered to get that closure…and I plan on doing so hopefully this next year.
I couldn’t do it last year…it was just too soon and to be honest, I wasn’t ready to go there. This year of course I was too busy with the wedding plans and surgery to spare enough vacation time and money to go…so, hopefully next year will be a better time.
I need to see where he grew up…where he lived and all of the places that he described to me on so many different occassions. I’m a better person for having known him…he was a beautiful man and the most gracious person that I’ve ever known.
In saying that…I think I understand why God felt that he didn’t belong to this world.
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