Dearest Dian,
I hope you can feel my hugs from miles away. I thought I was done crying, but it looks like I was wrong.
But what really gets me?
Three days ago, when I was mired in grief and pain, and inconsolable, you said this:
Oh Carl, you will never know how sad this has made me.
sadly, i have nothing witty or funny to say to help put a smile on your face cept
still wanna get married or should we jut live together
big hugs my friend
fly free BOB, you will be missed by so many
There you sat, with your precious boy, stuck in your own "hell", and yet you took the time to speak to me. To try to put a smile on my face when facing the same thing yourself. Hours later, you gave your Wheezer the greatest gift of all, at the cost of your heart. You are an
angel, my friend.
I pray that you are okay, and that your heart can heal quickly. And that you can smile in the days ahead.
Fly high and free, Wheezer. Keep your Mom in your heart and help her to keep only the good memories there.
Peace, my friend.
Carl
p.s. - Here's the part where I try to make
you smile...
I would have to choose "live together". Don't think I'm going to ever try that whole marriage thing again. And we'd each have to maintain our homes, maybe summer up there and winter down here? I don't know if I'm up for a Northern winter ever again.
And I will promise you two things:
1 - breakfast in bed on your birthday every year.
2 - I will always put the seat back down.
Love,
Carl