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Rocky Mountain High. I wake this morning to a sense of loss. John Denver is gone. I learned this on the morning news at 5AM. Goodbye John, we hardly knew you.
I like to consider myself the ultimate optimist. But, even I focus too much on loss at times. This odyssey began in June of 1995. I never imagined that I would be separated from the other half of my heart and soul this long. While the brief reunions are all the sweeter, the separations are painful and I hug my loneliness to me more than I should. Then I stop to look at a rainbow in a rain washed sky and I think that life isn't so bad. I get phone calls and my cyber buddies write to tell me their own stories. My sweetheart sends me things to cheer me up and I send him...related items. :-))) Family oriented to be sure. After all, I am the ultimate optimist.
Not much is happening here. In a sense, we are all in a holding pattern. Waiting for the next sliding block to fall into place. I decided that I wanted to go camping for Thanksgiving. Where better to go than the outdoors to say our thanks for the bounty that is America. If all goes well, I'll have another camping story to tell. The nasty pinched nerve has departed so I looking forward to time outdoors. With any luck it will still be pleasant. If not, well I am the ultimate optimist. We'll do Plan B.
Take care and write when you can.
If you would like to trade stories, email me at steel_magnolia@mindspring.com
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