![]() ![]() The service manager asked if I needed help or something and I used her phone to call Peter. They were all decked-out out front, pumpkins and mums. I grew uneasy, wavering between anger and nagging fear ~ where is he? I’ll wait outside ~ with my overloaded cart, I went out and sat on a haystack. I sat at the café part and had one of the containers of soup that I had gotten us for dinner ~ I waited and waited and when no message came, I knew it must be from you. I had gone down all the aisles two times and putting more into the cart that we could ever use in a week and then I thought, "celery", and "oh, these are local apples" ~ it was night and the store was getting ready to close. As we were going to be there for the week, I was stocking up. Now we’re checked into our hotel, Beau Jarred was in the room, one of those home-away-from-home places. He dropped me off at a Whole Foods in Framingham, Massachusetts, said he’d be back, had to get a new phone at Best Buy. ![]() Peter, my husband of 45 years, partner, friend, father of our children left his body behind on this Working Legend Tour. I’ll read it over later and tell you if you’ll ever see it. I have a larger-than-life story to tell, so this last journal entry might be shorter or longer ~ will be, could be different. ![]() I would give up my life for you."Īnd we would both know that right there, where others might think of it as aberrated, over the top, crazy beyond crazy love, it was true. ![]()
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