Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Leaving the house this morning....


Innocently enough I reached into the pocket of my old black wool coat, which apparently I haven't worn in quite a while. I know this now because when I reached into that pocket, I pulled out the itinerary for my e-ticket when I flew to Auntie Dianne's funeral just about two years ago. It was January 11th when I boarded that plane at Dulles - for what was a really long, teary flight for me. So many memories flooding back to me, so many memories still to be made that I was mourning.
I can't believe it's been two years since she's been gone. I will never forget getting the phone call at work that day - it was cousin Scott delivering the bad news. It's not like we didn't know it was coming - it's just the shock of the finality of it all I think that stings the most. I was fortunate to have two very dear friends with me at work that afternoon, Karen and Rick, who comforted me. Thank you both. I will never forget that.
I miss you Auntie Dianne. We all do - but I know you're in God's hands and I know I'll see you again someday. xxxooo

1 comment:

Rebecca said...

I just read your whole page! I love it....keep blogging!
Cherise Chambers McKenney