I had lunch in Ardmore yesterday with Abby’s daughter Chele and her husband Tom, who were in the Dallas-Fort Worth area to look for a house, as they are moving there from Baltimore in July. It was great seeing them, and we all hope their move puts them on the north side of the metro area so meeting for lunch regularly like this will be this easy.
Later, one of my longest-time friends Jamie and her husband Ian came by to get my six-burner propane grill, an item Abby was super-proud to have brought home to me, and one with which we made some great meals. But I don’t use it any more, and Jamie and Ian will, since they entertain all the time.
While they were here, we poked around in the garage for a while, where Jamie decided it was just too chaotic.
Jamie plopped down on the garage floor and started organizing.
In the mean time, Ian got interested in a console radio/phonograph that Abby had purchased years ago as a piece of furniture, and was able to get it to come on and receive one very close radio station.
Last week in my cleaning efforts, I found a 1/4-size Moleskine notebook with journal entries by Abby from March 2004 until the day we got married in October 2004. The notebook itself was mostly empty, so I decided to use it to make notes about what our marriage was like in the form of letters to her … “Dear Abby.”
I was also aware that she’d written more journal entries than these. After Jamie and Ian left, I did some more cleaning, and found a ½-size hardback journal with entries in it starting on January 31, 2003…
“I’ve started dating Richard Barron. It is so great it’s scary.”
Yes, it was, Abby. Yes, it was.
As I was contemplating all this, the song My Tears Are Becoming a Sea, by M83, shuffled past, and it fit so well.
“I’m slowly drifting to you
The stars and the planets
Are calling me
A billion years away from you
I’m on my way.”
I miss her today.
I am so glad you found the journal. What a very wonderful perspective to have in your circumstance. Validation, love, and warmth surround you and Abby…a true blessing.
Oh my heart.. I miss her too.