I am delighted with the outcome of the Presidential election, insofar as delight remains a vocabulary word for me.
But oh, it was so hard, sitting here and watching the images of Grant Park fill the television screen for all those hours. The last time we were there was for a summer evening orchestra concert with Chicago Son.
It is so hard to know, from minute to minute, which loss to grieve. There are always more than there were a minute earlier.
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Yes...that would have been hard.
Sometimes there are too many reminders.
Love you, my friend...
(o)
Prayers for you...in all places, in all times...
So many reminders in unexpected places. I imagine life must feel a bit like walking through a mine field. I wouldn't want the memories to disappear but I wish they weren't so painful.
Thoughts and prayers.
Oh my...just that...oh my.
for me seeing the park in Chicago again reminded me of where I first ate Jamaican Jerk Chicken...
Peace
So hard. (((GG)))
I'm glad you write.
I thought of you on Tuesday night when I saw the Grant Park scenes. I'm sorry that the memories are so difficult right now. You continue in my thoughts, GG.
I think about you every day. It's so weird. I don't even know you in "real" life, but you are still on my mind and in my heart. I know there is nothing I can say or do that will make waht you are going through any easier, but if there were something, please know I would do it.
Prayers that the memories, over time, will heal as much as hurt....
yeah...yeah.
(gg)
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