End of an era

Tonight was Icelandair's last flight from BWI. While it's
difficult to see a carrier leave, one that I have sort of an
emotional attachment to is crushing. My great friend Lis
won't be around to play with anymore. While I know the
plan is to stay close and in touch, realistically she'll get a
different job, and we'll drift apart. My dear, you're so very
important to me, you know I don't want that. When the
plane left, I was only able to watch from a distance. This
was a funeral, not a circus. It just went from bad to worse.

Yesterday another friend called and told me something
totally horrific. Without going into detail, it shocked, and
made my head spin. I felt so terrible. I wouldn't have
had the strength or backbone to to have survived such
an experience.

The problem friend in my life is drowning in whatever
his issues are. On occasion the person that was there
resurfaces. The person I came to respect and admire
sneaks out. Obviously he needs serious help. Getting
it for him will be the trick.

Without a doubt, the last 24 hours have been some of
the most trying times in about the last fifteen years.
My head hurts, my stomach hurts, I didn't sleep last
night. If things don't change soon, guess who's gonna
snap? They say God only give you as much as you
can take. Stop please. I'm grieving the important
people in my life that are being taken away from me.

In the mail tonight was a letter from "The Black
Republicans" addressed to me. Okay, who signed me
up for that???? I'd say it's John Withrow.

Gonna try to sleep. 'abend.