Friday, May 18, 2012
When my mom died and Summer met me in Detroit, her coming from SF and me from London, at the end of the day, after my con-man brother had gone and my okay brother, Sam, was alone with us, even though we were all exhausted, I asked him if we could take Summer to the lake and see moms little cottage there. It was about a 45 minute drive. She loved that little place (both "she's" - my mom loved it and so did Summer as soon as she saw it, Sam was ready to sell it but she said right away, "you have to keep this, baby, you can rent it when no one's here, my mom will know what to do, and you could write here and we could visit sometimes... don't sell it") and we took our shoes off and dangled our feet in the water and she took a bunch of pictures with my phone and I gave her a few pieces of my moms costume jewelry and a couple of skeleton keys we found in a big box and we sat out in the dock and I said "Mom would be so happy that we're here now, all of us. I wish she'd just come out from the house and say, "how about some root beer floats?". After we locked up and got in our cars, Sam in his truck, Summer & I in Mom's Ford Escape, we saw a roadside ice cream place and pulled off. We ordered root beer floats. Summer ordered hers with non-fat frozen yogurt. And then drank half of mine because that was definitely a mistake. I think we slept for about 13 hours after that...
Monday, May 7, 2012
May 7...
Five years
ago on this day, at the University of Minnesota Transplant Center,
Summer underwent the surgeries that saved and changed her life. 6 months
later we met and she saved and changed mine. Miss you, my little
sweetheart. And love you forever.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
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