“It’s me, it’s Christine”
“I just… “
(Long pause, continues- choked up)
“wanted to say,”
“You’re my best friend,”
“And you always will be.”
“And why you won’t answer my calls”
[The depth of selfish ignorance here cannot be overstated.– WHY? WHY! WHY!? not worth the salt in my tears.]
Message left at the end of June, 2021.
That cold spring evening when I found the first bottle. It was over then. Life as I knew it. I just didn’t know it. I was naive enough to think this could be “fixed”, like a hole on wallboard…. There ain’t enough joint compound in the universe to fix the crazy represented in this message.
If I dwelt on this — On what I lost— On what the kids lost, I would go CRAZY.
It does not matter. Empathy only goes so far. It is gone, done, over forever. It will never be regained, refound or repaired. It’s a lonely road walked by many. ALL OF US ARE ALONE. It. What is your it?
It is yours, only yours. They left you with it. It sucks. Good luck.
( P.S. My oldest freaking awesome son is going to see Green Day in FENWAY PARK in two days. Guarantee he hears this song — I am crying– Oh the irony for our family that will be floating through the ethos as that song plays – in. Fenway. For. My. Son. [I wish I could make it end, Alex….])
Spoiler alert: SEPTEMBER NEVER ENDS.
I was simply going to put the words of her message and leave them there as a testimony to the lunacy, but I had to put more, for me- so future me knows how it bubbles to the surface…..