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“I drove all the way to the grocery store,” Joyce told me one time laughing. “I couldn’t remember why I drove there.”
“Joyce,” I told her laughing. “I think we’ve all done that crazy or not.”
Joyce and I would sit on my couch or her couch and revel each other in all the “interesting” stuff we’ve done over the course of our lives. I very much wish Joyce was still alive and kicking. She would light a Marlboro and wave heartily as she drove by me in her car. I would smile and wish I could tell her, “You go girl!”
Compassion is urging me to go ask my new elderly neighbor if he wants to come over and watch the television in a 76° degree house. I will be up for hours.
2 comments:
You were feeding her cat for awhile,what happened to it? Is it gone? Always sad when people die and leave pets and no one takes them in..
Glittermom, I fed Lucky for months after Joyce passed away. One day, he just disappeared and I never saw him again.
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