Tonight I finally cried...cried and wailed into the arms of my husband who was able to come home for a few days. He got more than he bargained for. We both agreed it was all good - and he agreed that nobody will ever know how much I loved my brother. My son Jimmy says that people read this blog...that the fact that there are not followers doesn't mean that there aren't readers. I now doubt that because if nobody had a comment to my brother's passing, I doubt that anyone other than my sweet sister-in-law is reading this...and Jen probably wonders why I haven't sent her another message from the universe of Patti Lee. But I also know that she understands, since she is living the same experience with my brother, Andy. We are all trying to deal with Jim going home.
I want my family to hold on to somebody. Jiminy Cricket. For now, let the song be "When you Wish Upon a Star." I have something else in the future for you all. It will unfold. It's nice to be beholding to nobody but the universe. It gives not a shit what I say or do. So I make a promise to all of you, whether you read this or not. a message of joy will be coming to you soon. It will make you feel better. And, Jen, I know you're reading this and I love you.
A myriad of rambling thoughts and ideas from an old broad who has been there, done that, bought the T-shirt and threw it away a long time ago. However, this old broad still has a lot to say. Here we go...
I love you, too! I waited patiently and knew I would eventually read something soon. I figured you were struggling and I understand. Always know that even if you are struggling I am always thinking of you and always waiting and looking for the next story of yours. I look forward to them just like Taylor does when you come to visit. It was her birthday the day you posted this, what a great day! Now we can both wish upon the same star, together, with Jim, Jiminy Cricket.
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