I'll Meet You There ...

Tuesday, July 30, 2019


I had to pay bills today, so I turned over the calendar page … and INSTANTLY THE AIR WAS SUCKED OUT OF THE ROOM.

I had to grab the table edge to keep from sliding to the floor.

My eyes had – of their own will – gone to the 2 days in August that always meant so much to me over the years we had sealed the deal with 2 golden wedding bands that hot August night so long ago.

I couldn’t breathe.

Tears stared running down my face like a dam had burst.

I couldn’t suck in enough air.

I got an acute stomach ache.

And I wanted to hurl.

Actually … I wanted to hunt Ron Cook down, and beat the shit out of him for ruining our lives.

Instead; all I could do was cry.