over the river and through the woods....
A few days ago I called my grandmother from
work.� I got there early and there is a
phone installed for employee use and I called her.� I had a half hour.� I
ended up on my proverbial knees bawling my eyes out in the employee break room
watching people rush past me to start their day.
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I hadn�t talked to her about the divorce.� I remember at one point she said, �I�m sure
you�re happy it�s over.�� For the first
time ever I uttered �I�m happy I can move on, I�m happy I have another chance�I
will never be happy that something and someone I chose to believe in had to
ever be over.�
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To which she simply replied, �I love you Kristy
and you�ll be ok.�
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Sometimes someone says the right thing at the
right time.� That was one of those
times�.
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Tonight I checked the mail and I got a letter
in the form of a card from her.� It said
�Thinking of You� on the front.� Before
I ever opened the card I started to cry.�
I mostly walk around my every day life feeling family-less.� Telling myself that all I have in the world
is my son.� When that envelope met my
hand I realized that if I just reach out to people�sometimes they are really
there.
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My grandfather celebrated his 80th
birthday this past June.� She included a
newspaper clipping of the happy ad she placed in the local newspaper back in
Johnstown.� His picture was in
there.� He�s always loved reading happy
ads.� I cannot believe he�s 80.� I have decided that I�m going to sit down
and write him a letter and say all of the things I know I have to say while I
can say them.
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