Well, she’s not my neighbor anymore, (bummer) but we have continued to be close. Just not the kind of close where you can run to the store with a cake in the oven and take your timer over to her – kind of close. Or the kind of close where you can get a knock on your door and an invitation to go for a walk – and “no” is not an accepted answer – when you have been fighting depression.
I miss her.
But at least she didn’t move across the country!
Happy Birthday Sandy!
(my laser tag buddy!)
I hope it’s going to be a wonderful year for you!