So what do you do when your ex-wife, who you haven't seen or spoken to in over thirty years, suddenly contacts you asking if you'd like to meet sometime so she could apologize and catchup?
I'm open to thoughtful suggestions and advice.
First thing I did was some light housekeeping. Just in case she has tomorrow in mind.
Second thing I did was go for a long walk. To consider and reconsider what I might want to say.
It has me a little shaken. A lot of old feelings suddenly re-emerged. Some that took me a while to make peace with. Not that I wish to burden her with all that. Just had to check if I was OK.
Sunday, August 18, 2019
Saturday, August 3, 2019
Stories
I think the various stories that make up a person's life are fascinating ….. and each person has a unique collection of these tales. No two are the same!
Thursday, August 1, 2019
Goodbye Meghan
The beautiful 20-something (I assume) lady in the bookstore approached me tonight. She always smiles and says hello and I hope I'm not assuming too much if I say that we had recently formed a small bit of a friendly relationship.
"Hi Michael." (I didn't know that she knew my name.) "I just wanted to say that it's my last day in the bookstore and I don't know if I'll ever see you again so I wanted to say goodbye."
She once told me the story of how she found her dog in Mexico ….. a very beautiful Dalmatian …..and how it followed her around until she knew that she had to bring him home with her.
She said one or two other nice things tonight that I can't recall because by that point I was lost in this dense fog and damn near in tears.
I clumsily uttered, "Oh no" and told her (Meghan) that I would miss her.
And then she was gone.
I had stopped in just because I didn't want to waste a trip downtown. I had actually intended to visit an antique shop and arrived to find they were closing in nine minutes. I stayed about two minutes. Had I stayed the full nine minutes or had they stayed open to the hour that I thought was their closing time, I would have arrived at the bookstore much later and most likely missed the encounter.
"Hi Michael." (I didn't know that she knew my name.) "I just wanted to say that it's my last day in the bookstore and I don't know if I'll ever see you again so I wanted to say goodbye."
She once told me the story of how she found her dog in Mexico ….. a very beautiful Dalmatian …..and how it followed her around until she knew that she had to bring him home with her.
She said one or two other nice things tonight that I can't recall because by that point I was lost in this dense fog and damn near in tears.
I clumsily uttered, "Oh no" and told her (Meghan) that I would miss her.
And then she was gone.
I had stopped in just because I didn't want to waste a trip downtown. I had actually intended to visit an antique shop and arrived to find they were closing in nine minutes. I stayed about two minutes. Had I stayed the full nine minutes or had they stayed open to the hour that I thought was their closing time, I would have arrived at the bookstore much later and most likely missed the encounter.
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