Every year on the day before today, I re-live that horrible middle-of-the-night phone call that told me you were going away.
And every year on this day, I re-live the phone call that told me you were gone. Gone while I sat in an airport, waiting for my flight to see you. A trip that never happened, a hello and a goodbye that never happened.
There will be no goodbye to you. Once I said hello to you, a million years ago, all the goodbyes in the world could never stop that one hello.
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Caren, it hurts me to see you grieving so, but what a delight to witness your faithfulness to a woman who must have been a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
Take care, and may our paths cross again, just not in a newsroom.
Love,
Theresa Walla
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