Thank You

Been talking with you, telling you how Tammy needs your help with her car. If there's anything you can do to help, please help her. she really needs it/you. Don't know what you could do or how you could do it, but if you can please do something to help her.

Then help comes, and it has to be from you. Because who it is.

Don't know yet if it will be bad news, good news, or a mixture, but help is coming and it's coming from your direction.

Thank you.

Our Car is dead. Like You.

It's been horrible. First it broke (got sick), then it got fixed (got better), and then it went out and up and died on us, too many miles away, five days before payday. (too far from home; too soon.)

Actually it isn't as dead as you are. It's motor will still run, just like your big ol' loving heart kept going, even when every other part of you was giving up.

But to me, it is. I'm done with it. What  good is a heart with no body or soul?

And that grieves me.

It's one more, one last thing that was mutually ours (outside of furniture and children).
One more shared-with-you that has Gone from my life.
One more step into Life Without You.

And I don't like it.

I don't like this life without you, and I sure as hell don't like the loss of things we shared.
I don't like things that seem to take me a step farther or further away from you.
I just don't like it.

And if I should cry for our car, I hope someone will know that it isn't the car.
It's still you I'm grieving for.