Today was my first day back at work and actually went okay. I had PLENTY of emails to go through when I got back, which took most of the morning and then went to work on some of the stuff I have neglected for the past few weeks while I have been "distracted". It is so weird how people act, it makes me really look at the way I behave when people have tragedies in their lives. Some coworkers said how sorry they were and then others just looked at the floor and ran away very quickly when they saw me. I know they just don't know what to say or how to act, but it is so very strange. I remember this guy whose wife died and when I went up to tell him how sorry I was, I started crying because I just felt so bad for him and then felt like such a jerk; I am sure there is some happy medium between the two though!!!
So, I am finally putting up all the laundry that has been lagging for the past two months and all the stuff I brought that was yours, and my goodness, I have a lot of STUFF and you know how big my closet is! I am almost a little embarrassed; I really have to go through all this and get rid of stuff. Ever since you got sick, I have worn either something of yours, something you gave me or something we bought together every day, even if it is just a bracelet or a pin. I am terrified to think how poorly dressed I will be without you here to help me pick stuff out! Or, how about everytime you go to Branson and you go to the Jockey store and stock up. Will I ever buy new underwear again that I don't think of you? Oprah says that you need to wear "big girl" panties to make you look ten pounds lighter (Tara S. keeps me up on Oprah's theories since I refuse to watch after she made that comment of working three jobs, blah blah blah, I am quite sure that Oprah has no idea what I was going through working two jobs and going to school for so long), and there were about twenty new pairs in a bag in your secret Christmas hiding spot (that was never that good of a hiddy spot) that I was so tickled to find. I gave Tara some and kept the rest and we thank you, so if anyone says we look thinner, we can only thank you. :)
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Tara - I hope you're keeping "real" copies of these. They're too precious to leave out in cyberspace. Thank you for letting us read your heart. Red Hat 48
Tara,
I am sitting here with tears streaming down my face. I am so sorry about your Momma, I have been trying to find the words to comfort you, but they are just not coming to me. We are too young to be saying goodbye to our parents. We are barely grown enough to remember to pay our taxes and balance our checkbooks without being told. We still need are parents even though we are young professionals. I am touched by your new blog; thank you for opening your life to us so we can be with you at least in spirit.
Stacy
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