The Bone Collector

I don't know whether to start with just shoot me or don't shoot me.

For I fear I may be belaboring a point here.

And what you thought (or hoped) was ancient history is being dug up again.

But GG just left, finally, two years later, taking most of her gear from the attic.

Books still remain, but all the sporting goods are gone, family china, boxes of clothes, rocks, bottles,  feathers and shells..

She's moving to Atlanta to be near her GF.

This has been years in the making.

Probably a much more sensible way to have a relationship. I'm like come on over, oh I like you, stay.

And though we have had many awkward moments together, she's still my first person to call in any medical emergency, when I have an urge to eat Thai and go to Home Depot ( these things may not go together for everyone but they always worked for us) or for a little garden inspiration.

So I will miss her again.Or still.

But she has had a tough time of it in the last two years and I cheer her on for her bravery and persistence, her ability to laugh at herself and make me laugh and her persistent bossiness.

And I wish her much happiness.

In the words of one of my favorite  Irish singers, Lisa Hannigan "Safe Travels Don't Die".