We have hired cleaners come in each night during the wee small hours to take care of the nastiness. This is an amazing thing considering how disgusting the floor of your average bar is at the end of every night... but if you think THAT is bad, you should try to get a glimpse of the floor behind the bar. BLECH! Hundreds of bottle tops, sticky puddles of liquids that were, once upon a time, headed into a glass or blender but changed their minds en route. So what exactly is it that made me pause and pick up a small skinny strip of paper? I have no idea.
BUT... I know why I stuck it in my pocket: I liked the message.
...and it reminded me of something a very important person in my life said to me once, "You may very well have the strongest, yet most subtle fortitude of anyone I've ever met, hopefully someday your recognize it too." I remember the exact words because they were written in a letter to me, and I still have that letter. I read it often because I miss the person who wrote it. I miss him every day... every. damn. day.
This is the problem with forming meaningful bonds with people... when they become the person you trust most, tell everything to, turn to for support & advice, and expect to have in your life for...well... life.... you might find yourself in my position. Eternally missing a piece of your heart, your best friend, your confidant. The person you would turn to in times of happiness to share your joy; the one that during relationship issues may not have had the answers, but they always had the shoulder to cry on and the ears to listen; the best friend that you swore you'd have your future children call "Uncle." This is what happens when your best friend dies. It's been almost 10 years now, and it still hurts just to type those words.
How do you say potato in Chinese?
.....and I am sooooo playing those #'s in the lottery.
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