Ready to begin again

so I officially have Kerry's old job. My boss, and K's former boss, said I almost made him cry as I said something identical to what K said 5 years ago when he hired him. Life is good and G_d is in the details...

Once in a Lifetime - Me & Therapy - Garland

One goes through 20 years of not connecting, existing, but not quite living, and then something happens, something good, and everything changes...
For me?
For 8 fantastically good years...
and then it is gone

I am missing Kerry - This expresses it...

'cos the moment passes...

My version is past tense...
'cos I am back to not quite living...

But, I think...

Just once in our lifetimes
When Fate took our hands...
Just once in our lifetimes
We felt like the giants...
We soared like the eagles
As though we had wings
and...

This was our moment
Our destiny called us...
and though it may have been
Just once in our lifetimes

We really did great things!!!

A Soggy Weekend

I made it through, what K and I called our anniversary. Back in February 2001 we decided that we would call our anniversary February 13, as it was when we realized we were serious. It was also a Friday the 13th, so it fit both of our twisted sensibilities. We did not want to use Feb 14th as the collision with so many St. Valentine days would cloud the picture.

Either way, I've had a bit of emotion this weekend. I thank all my friends for putting up with me. I am grateful for all of your indulgence this past weekend. Thank you, all!

So how about a little Sarah Vaughan to commemorate it all:

Sanibel - Day 7

Well. What I thought were insect bites has turned out to be sun poisoning. I have a feeling my face is going to peel off in one sheet today. I wonder what we will find underneath. Hopefully not TOO scary.

Woke up at 5:30 and walked down to the beach to watch sunrise. It was a beautiful morning. Tide was out. Found a few shells for Catie. So far shell cache includes:

Apple Murex
Paper Fig
Fighting Conch
Jewel Box
Alphabet Cone (I think)
Lightning Welk
Augers

But alas, no Sanibel Wentletrap. Kerry's sister has the market cornered on those. I seem to have lost my touch.

However. I am the only one sighting shooting stars. BTW Jupiter seems to be out every night extremely bright.

Schedule will be getting intense soon. Thursday Christmas, Friday Kerry's parents' 60th anniversary, and Saturday we scatter Kerry's ashes in the surf at sunset.

Needless to say I am getting more and more emotional from this point forward. I now tear up for rustling palms. The distant call of mourning doves bring on full fledge waterworks.

But still doing OK. The A' sisters are holding me together. And I'd rather be a wreck here than that frigid snowy wasteland of Chicago. Though the Chicago / Farwell Avenue beach should be pretty spectacular with ice pilings by now.

What's Love Got To Do With It?

Everything!

Back Playing V-Ball

But I miss MyKerry
And it appears this feeling is not going away anytime soon.

MyKe

There is a story. About MyKe.

It comes from a time when I was meeting him again.

People overheard me talking about My Kerry...

And someone said; who is this MiKe Harry..
and so he is MyKe 'Erry.

As it was in the beginning,
Is now and ever shall be