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I had a big sentimental moment today.

Terry's mother sent us an 8 x 10 picture that was taken when we were up there of Savannah slow dancing with Terry's brother Tim. She was standing on his feet. I had a small flashback of one of the houses that Terry and Tim lived in when we were teenagers. We used to have so much fun. Terry had a huge bedroom but his window was over the front porch and faced the street. Tim's bedroom window was on the back of the house and the window was over part of the back roof. So when no one was around we used to climb out of Tim's bedroom window and sunbathe nude on the roof. In the middle of town. Houses all around us. We were crazy kids. We just didn't care.

Tim and Terry would fight over who was using their mom's car for our dates on Friday night. Even back then I just didn't realize the hugeness of us all being a family. We have been a family for over half my life. I just miss those days a lot. The days when we all partied together and got drunk on Busch beer and made pyramids with the cans and were just kids together. We were all so young.

I wish my kids could be with their grandparents and cousins and their Uncle Tim and their Aunt Shannon. I was thinking all this while the rest of the clan was waiting for me in the car and I was putting on my jewelry in front of my bedroom window as the sill is one big jewelry box. Then I noticed that the diamond bracelet that Terry got me about five years ago has a worn out clasp and several gold parts that have long since worn away. It has seen better days and probably will fall apart any minute, and it was just kind of symbolic to me of how long ago everything is. How nothing is the same. How much I miss.

Posted by gwendolyn on December 27, 2003 at 10:15 PM