My Workfriend's widow asked me on facebook to come to her son's 18 birthday July in Pennsylvania.


(After my friend died after a sad illness, hubby and I would meet the wife and kid twice a year for lunch. The kid is a weird kid who has many traits
that hubby has so they get along. I felt like hubby and I helped the kid.)
I miss her husband --- think about him a lot when I am thinking about work things.




(She is the one I helped pack up to move about two years ago.
I spent a lot of time that day with her son while hubby spent time with her.
I helped the son be o.k with moving across the country,
helped him with his stuff, helped him pack up his father's enormous vinyl collection, helped him be o.k.
with being in a long car ride with his mom that he told me he does not like. . . . . took into consideration the needs of the deaf and blind dog while we were boxing up/ moving stuff.. . . . . . .
Dealing with the items in the house was kind of a goodbye to my work-friend AGAIN. A few years before, I had cleaned out his work office and boxed up stuff.
And there were two memorial services in town (one work, one family).


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NO. I cannot take a plane trip to a b-day party.

My first time on a plane in fourteen (14) years was to see one of my brothers last summer.
I HAVE NOT BEEN OK SINCE THAT TRIP IN JULY, 2015.
It was toooooooooooo much for me.




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