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How can I say goodbye?
My dear friend, we met in such hilarious ground brought on by a harmless question so many years ago where we worked. We shared so many laughed, tears relationship stories and drinks. We would hangout at work after work and on our days off, you would even come to the building on your own time to hangout with me and share and partake in shenanigans that we both found amusing. Of course with time we had our ups and downs and fallouts, yet we always remind close and tight. We became so close and so tight we became twins in a sense in our personalities our moods even the way we dressed. Looking back at how we were around other people I find hilarious even now because they never could understand us. One of the funniest nights we had out with friends we went to play pool and oddly enough I don’t wear shorts and you hated the thought of a skirt. This one particular night you decided to shock the entire group with not only a skirt but the boots to match. I’ll say this now like we said that night your “hooker” boots made to you like a japanimation fighter to me because of your hairstyle and color and the way clothes would look on you. Though once the time was spent at the pool hall You driving in those boots was hilarious because you said to me with a straight face “I can’t drive in these damn things” as you took one off at a time and every stop light. As you took them off you shouted “incoming” as one flew to the trunk of the car while laughing. I found it amazing how great your aim was especially while driving. This was the night you forced me to celebrate my birthday along with yours, now celebrating both birthdays on the same night was just awesome for me. Hanging out with you having fun seeing you laugh and have fun was the greatest for me. We became lightening friends and quick twins that nobody could separate. On another night you shocked me again because you literally became Trinity from the matrix from head to toe. Hair, glasses, clothes, boots and coat you looked just like her. I will never forget the great times you and I had, we almost made it to 3 decades twin. Watching your kids grow up and becoming close to them I cannot imagine them without you, you were truly mama bear. If anyone or anything was to rub you/them the wrong way you would show your claws and sharp fangs to the world to protect yours. On occasion you would call on me to assist, I promised to always have your back and be there for you, this will never change. Even after you moved back to New York by way of Oklahoma we remained very close throughout the years that seemed to be nonexistent for the most part. We did have our months were we got so busy we didn’t speak but we never stopped being friends. Now it comes 1/24/21 2 days after my birthday you leave all of us behind. Twin we started another year together, I know you were tired and missed your mom so much I could see it and feel it. I know leaving your babies was a hard choice to make. At first I was upset at you for leaving, now I understand. You missed your mom and I know you had a full life and you went to sleep. I won’t say goodbye to my twin I will say see you later, I know you’re with your mom watching over your babies and at times right here with me. Even though I’ve lost my twin physically I know you’re still running side by side with me as always just in a form that is eternal and not for a few moments. Twin I will not say farewell we are always and forever we will meet again twin so I shall not say goodbye even though I cry every time I think it I will not speak it this isn’t goodbye it’s just see you later twin in another form for another life. Tell your mom Remy says hi and I’ll see you both together again in another life. Sleep well my twin your face has finished never forget we are in this together always and forever; till we meet again my Jen, my twin.
By Remy LeBeau5 years ago in Families
Inheritance Hunt
I was finally cornered at dads funeral party. Surrounded by idle chatter of those that weren’t scared away by my dad’s last years I had tried to keep conversation with anyone other than Miriam, an older woman hiding from age, clearly using Botox, yet would always deny it if ever mentioned. Confidentially she wore an outfit meant for a younger woman.
By Simon Lane5 years ago in Families
Widow
Norse reached into his pocket and withdrew his small leather bound note book. It was black Italian leather. He posted all his secret thoughts in here. He was battling lung cancer and his new born had just been born a few days ago. He looked at his son in his his wife's Neilas arms, she was smiling holding him and singing a lullaby to sooth the child to sleep. Norse walked over to her and planted a kiss on her head. “ You truly are as beautiful as the first day I met you.” He said. She looked up and smiled. “Norse hes beautiful.” She uttered. Norse worked most of his life for a privet cyber security company. He would code programs tirelessly. He was working on his last contract for the company before he would put in for his retirement. He was fifty-five and had worked most his life.
By Shane Gerry5 years ago in Families
From the start
Hi, my name is Tanika, I became a mum on 30/8/2016. Since my son was born he struggled to breathe properly in his sleep. While going through this I was so scared my first thoughts as a new mum was shouldn’t this be so much easier, this boy would snore like an old man and I mean it was really loud. I kept taking him to the Drs and the hospital as he would have a very high temp, a rash and would choke on his breastmilk.
By Tanika Stimpson5 years ago in Families
I'll Know It When I See It
“I’ll know it when I see it.” I look up and over my shoulder, and realize with a start that it was only a memory of my grandfather’s voice. I am browsing a rummage sale, my hand lightly grazing the tops of old books, but I’m not really looking at anything. I remember these sales, a Sunday tradition of my grandfather’s. It feels like I am ten years old again.
By Christina Blanchette5 years ago in Families
Hiking with my mother-in-law
Raise your hand if you have dated a male human before! (That was just an illustration. If your hand is up right now you have just made this horribly awkward.) If you have dated a man/boy/male it is highly likely that the single most important relationship in their life is the relationship with their mom. Mommas are a big deal! But for our menfolk, mommas show them exactly what to expect in a woman. They are also (usually) the most consistent source of comfort and structure. Some of you are having flashbacks of those incredible comparative statements “that’s not how my mom makes that” or “my mom never did it that way”… Please understand that their sweet boy brain really isn’t trying to be harmful – they just really like patterns. Regardless, one of the greatest gestures a lady can make is pursuing a relationship with her man’s momma.
By Abigail Freeman 5 years ago in Families
