I remember sitting across from you at that restaurant twenty years ago in the summer. What would I have said differently had I known I would never sit opposite you again?
This was our last supper. I remember the place; it’s still there. It’s less than a mile from the house I am living in now. I remember the food was greasy. (Still is.) I remember we argued about money and time for the last time.
Where did you go? How easy was it for you to get there?
Your life was without a father so mine was, too.
I tried to visit your father’s grave but couldn’t find it. I will try again.
All of this to say I will try again.
July 7, 2012 at 9:44 pm
She’s baaa…aaack! I’ve missed your writing, Melissa.
July 7, 2012 at 9:47 pm
I have missed you, Maggie, your voice, and I have missed writing.
Consider yourself warmly hugged, please.
July 11, 2012 at 12:48 am
That is really, simply, beautiful.
July 11, 2012 at 7:40 am
Thank you very much.