I have not yet thanked you. But I will.
My life in Texas…which so many of you have not seen due to the losing of all my posts prior to summer 2013…
I come from very humble beginnings. With nary a pot to piss in.
But in Tyler, Texas, I was realizing a dream of grand gardens and pretty digs.
We completely redid the house and yard. Of course more important to me was the yard, where I spent a great amount of time and effort.
My “garden room,” as I referred to it, was my room to do anything I wanted. It was once a roofed-in patio. It still had the concrete floor with a drain in the middle that sloped downward.
We had the walls sheet-rocked and the drain covered and evened out, then had flooring added.
A much younger version of my beloved Abi and Charlie outdoors in Texas…
I never figured that one out…
I left all that with a very heavy heart. But, it doesn’t matter if you live in a mansion if you are not happy within its walls. It would be better to live in a shack and feel contentment.
I would truly rather have a studio apartment consisting of one large room. Then I could see every part of it, and no one could sneak up on me again. It is these things that stay with you.
I am not afraid of strangers breaking in. I have never been that way.
No, I am afraid of someone I loved who turned into a stranger. Or, more likely, was one all along. And I was too blinded by love to see it.
So now I’m ready to thank you.
For sticking with me through thick and thin. For sending me perennials from your own garden, wrapped in newspaper and sent via mail. so that I would have a garden that first year after the divorce.
I thank you for staying and reading when my life went from granite counter tops to basic laminate.
For all of it, I truly thank you. For it was all of you that pulled me through my darkest days until I could find the light again.