Saying Goodbye
Don’t think these little ironies have been lost on me. It’s Friday the 13th, and in a few short hours I will be driving to NYC to say hello to my best friend and goodbye to another. And I’m saying goodbye to a poet in National Poetry Month, a month that meant something to both of us.
Thought I would be able to sit at my desk at work for a few hours before hitting the road, but I underestimated how hard it would be. Trying to fight off tears until I hit the road. Maybe because in my head I’ve planned out how my day would go. Now the day is in motion, it’s a build up to the ultimate conclusion of saying goodbye to P-Diddy.
Thanks, everyone, for the support this past week. I’ll post my NaPoWriMo poems but probably not comment during the next few days.
(Joseph and I always called Phebus “P-Diddy” in e-mail, but I don’t think she knew we did that.)
Thought I would be able to sit at my desk at work for a few hours before hitting the road, but I underestimated how hard it would be. Trying to fight off tears until I hit the road. Maybe because in my head I’ve planned out how my day would go. Now the day is in motion, it’s a build up to the ultimate conclusion of saying goodbye to P-Diddy.
Thanks, everyone, for the support this past week. I’ll post my NaPoWriMo poems but probably not comment during the next few days.
(Joseph and I always called Phebus “P-Diddy” in e-mail, but I don’t think she knew we did that.)
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Maybe she'll get to meet Kurt Vonnegut, who wrote in Slaughterhouse 5: "Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt."