i kept looking at her face in the picture. i kept thinking about who she was. i kept thinking about how what they said and who she was didn't match for me. the obit talked her age, mother of 4, wife of someone, but they didn't macth. my interactions with her included a fan that she needed to have fixed and various work order passed from her to me. i thought she was fine. i though she was ok. she worked the program she walked out the door.
i was in the supply room checking my mailbox,. paycheck, ok cool i pull d it out and looked up and i saw her obituary. i pushed my check back in the slot and i looked at her face and i thought what happened? does that make sense? nothing you can do about it.
iam happy to be here and sometimes it is like gosh you are my friend, don't go away. what it always means to have my friends, and to my friends, please always come back. just know you can come back . i know you may not want to but there are worse places to go you know?
there's my dog. you are my good dog. thank you my friend.
