Missing you

I was at a little gathering at a friend's house tonight.

It was a group of the Jacksonville transplant friends, those of us who live her full time or are here for the winter. 

We are considered the regulars. 

It was about 30 minutes after our scheduled arrival time and the doorbell rang. 

My very first thought was, "Well, that's Deb!  She's always late."

It's going to take a long time for the natural reactions to stop. 

For me to not think about her when I do certain things.

Or when the regulars meet up.

Deb is my friend who passed away last month. 

We had our monthly potluck dinner last night and I could not stop wondering where she was. 

Her daughter came to the dinner with a few of her friends and Tom and I both commented later to each other how happy we were that she came to the dinner. 

It did make me miss her Mom even more though.

The photos in this series are of the paint box we found at Deb's house.

I kept wanting to use them sometime and today is the perfect day, because I am talking about her.

It's good to miss someone. 

I just wish she had moved away.

Kristin