When goodbye is a must
It’s unbelievable how attached I have become since our meeting in 2006, how can I not be since you boost my life in ways no one or nothing else have been able to do. I search my memory and I am unable to come up with a single bad memory to blame directly on you, as a matter of fact you did aid in making some experiences priceless.
Remember the time we woke up at dawn, drove from Vancouver to Sea-Tac, to catch our flight, the screener mistook you for a phone and ended up patting us down, but we still made it to Maryland just on time for thanksgiving dinner?
The weekend we spent in San Francisco, we said we would go back someday because we had so much fun. We walked everywhere, remember the hills and the fun we had during diner at the Cheesecake Factory
Our long plane ride to London UK and how you helped me during the nasty cold I picked up on the plane. You made spending time at Lego land and the Windsor picnic fun - oh London Eye was amusing, no wonder it was lit in blue during world diabetes day.
The drive to Portland would not be the same without you.
I tear up thinking about our countless trips south of the boarder to Trader Joe’s
The half marathon we ran together — not forgetting the Grouse Grind trips
I truthfully do not know what I did to hurt you - I’M SORRY
Some people may think you are just an Insulin Pump but to me you are more than that.
My insulin pump has a crack that extends from the battery cap disappearing briefly underneath the black rubber strip then making its way towards the display screen. I am not sure how or when this happened.
Whenever I see the crack it feels as if my heart is cracking
Posted: January 9th, 2008 under Journeying through life.
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