Thursday, September 16, 2010

My whine

You had to be the first. First to get an awesome job. First to get married. First to buy a house. First to have a baby. First to have a second baby. First to get a serious illness. First to die. Now I just want to talk to you, but you have the nerve to be dead. How could you leave me and what will I do with the rest of my long life without you.

3 comments:

Confessions of a Mother, Lawyer & Crazy Woman said...

I am sorry. I am so so sorry for your loss.

Anonymous said...

yes, my friend, she always had to be first, right? And here we are still wondering how this unbelievable event has transpired. Weren't we supposed to be the little retired old ladies living in Florida and driving each other nuts?? Now we are two middle-aged mommas living in different states who still imagine we hear her laugh and we secretly still roll our eyes when we think of her inventive vocabulary. Boy, do I miss her.

that girl said...

so sorry for your loss. it sounds like you lost someone very dear to you. cherish the memories.