I came across a post to a woman I knew from my stint at the Western Sizzler (LongHorn) in Peachtree City. Her husband died this past week.
I found this article on online...
This woman was one of my absolute favorites to wait on. Sometimes she was with her husband and sometimes with one or both of her two kids. Sometimes they were all four there. It was always the highlight of my shift.
We shared mostly (many) of the same views and was always interesting conversation. I know for a fact have known her since well before 2008. She was one of the prettiest women I ever met, inside and out.
I'm not sure how she came to follow my blog (it's late and the hamster's asleep) but did. After I got fired from LongHorn she continued to follow my journey/blog and probably shared it more times than any one else. (I get notifications when someone shares it)
That's one good thing about this fancy dancy new age techno savvy Jetson's world. You keep in touch when never close enough to see or touch.
We messaged back and forth a few times after I started at the airport and kept promising to get together...but never did.
Our big move to another state came up and once again planned to plan a time to plan to see each other...but never did.
The word "To" is best when changed to "Do" and I waited too late.
They were the perfect family. She is elegant, well spoken and beautiful. Her husband was handsome, tall and quiet (the perfect man). Their two kids were delightful, smart and a perfect blend of mom and dad.
I'm gonna go ahead and say with absolutely no disrespect whatsoever but instead with intentions of praise... they were my LongHorn Obamas. A family to be proud of and a family I felt proud to know.
I know for a fact, this will make Donna smile, if only for a moment in her grief.
As I type, know have let down people I know and care about. My own Diddy's last companion, Elizabeth, living in assisted living only because her body's broken but mind is sharper than my own.
Yes I've (we've) been through a lot, but millions are going through even tougher times than us.
Never forget about other people's problems while being consumed by your own.
To my (now cyber) friend. You were a wonderful wife and are a great mother. I am a better person for having met you and Thank You from the bottom of my heart for allowing me to get to know you all.
Time heals all wounds.
You never get over a loss like this but simply learn to live with it. You can live, I just know it.
I know you, Donna. You can do it.
Thank you for loving and following me over the years.
With more than heartfelt emotion and a kick in the head to tell everyone dear to me (including you) how much they mean to my life.
Til next time...COTTON