
Now that I think about it, it's no wonder that my cousin Marcia called way out of a blue left-field just to check up on me yesterday evening. It's no wonder I had a great dinner waiting when I got home and wine to go with it last night. Without asking, I got my back washed and then I also had the best sedative for dessert.
Today it is all very clear. This oversight is all unconscious. It is called "suppression".
I wish Saturday May 9, 1998 was still today. I had so much to say and to tell you and to ask you still. There are two of my own now that you could've bounced on your lap.
I miss you.
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