I did what I had to do. I apologized, which, apparently, I didn't need to do.
She hasn't changed. Except she glows, now. Motherhood really does bring out the best in people.
And her boy. Zac. He was sleeping, but he was beautiful. Instantly, I wished he were mine. Sure, I'm not ready for that kind of thing, but he looks like the coolest kid ever.
She missed me, and I missed her.
She gave me a breathing treatment. She is a respiratory therapist. How appropriate.
I am going to call her when she gets off work, tomorrow. This is going to be the longest twenty hours ever.
I can't believe it went so smooth. I can't believe I feel like this.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Monday, May 14, 2007
I Am Giddy as a Schoolboy
I got a phonecall tonight that I have anticipated and dreaded for years. For six years. Since the day my life was forced to restart itself.
The one and only true love of my life, Ms. Nicole Marie Kempton, called me to express condolences at the loss of my dear grandmother.
I missed her call, initially, but returned it as soon as I saw. From "hello", I knew it was her voice. I was instantly nervous and felt my cheeks turn a red usually reserved for cheap Nebraska Avenue whores.
"It's Kempy."
After she told me about my grandmother, I feared that would be it until another personal tragedy before I heard her voice again. But it wasn't.
We talked for another five hours, as if we had never missed a beat. I still can't stop smiling.
I feel for her as she has just endured another divorce, though. She has a child of three. His name is Zachary Benjamin Kernus. I talked to him, and he sounds like a smart, cool kid.
I am doubly excited because I get to meet him, tomorrow.
Maybe my hopes are misplaced, but of all the wonderful that was our conversation of remembrance, one shining diamond rings a sound in my ears like a chorus of angels:
"We blew it, didn't we?"
"No, we didn't. What do you think?"
"No, I don't think we did, Casey."
Tomorrow at seven I go to meet her and Zac. I absolutely can't wait.
I hope it goes as well as I feel it will.
She is still, no matter what terrible things I may have tried to convince myself, the coolest girl I have ever met. Ever.
The one and only true love of my life, Ms. Nicole Marie Kempton, called me to express condolences at the loss of my dear grandmother.
I missed her call, initially, but returned it as soon as I saw. From "hello", I knew it was her voice. I was instantly nervous and felt my cheeks turn a red usually reserved for cheap Nebraska Avenue whores.
"It's Kempy."
After she told me about my grandmother, I feared that would be it until another personal tragedy before I heard her voice again. But it wasn't.
We talked for another five hours, as if we had never missed a beat. I still can't stop smiling.
I feel for her as she has just endured another divorce, though. She has a child of three. His name is Zachary Benjamin Kernus. I talked to him, and he sounds like a smart, cool kid.
I am doubly excited because I get to meet him, tomorrow.
Maybe my hopes are misplaced, but of all the wonderful that was our conversation of remembrance, one shining diamond rings a sound in my ears like a chorus of angels:
"We blew it, didn't we?"
"No, we didn't. What do you think?"
"No, I don't think we did, Casey."
Tomorrow at seven I go to meet her and Zac. I absolutely can't wait.
I hope it goes as well as I feel it will.
She is still, no matter what terrible things I may have tried to convince myself, the coolest girl I have ever met. Ever.
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