Tears..
Saturday, September 30th, 2006Paul made me cry today. No, not his restaurant pics.
Down further where I hadn't read before, the picture of his grandparents store and the post about the interactions between our families. There's a picture of his sister and I on one of my scrapping pages - two little girls all dolled up in dress up clothes with purses and dolls (The one I am holding belongs to my sister. Her name was Kelly I believe...
I was devastated when Mackays moved. If Paul was 15 I believe I would have been about 11? I'm guessing here (not trying to make you old Paul!). School was miserable, for Carol had been my friend and also my protector. I cried myself to sleep every night for a year after their move, and spent my lunch hours at school hiding so the kids couldn't find me to make fun.
So many memories... I spent weeks at a time at Mackays house in Ontario in the summers following their move. Fell in love the first time there, got my first roses from a boy... so many memories.
Suddenly I have this imagine of my dad and Paul and Carol's grampie having themselves a grand old visit in heaven. It's a comfort.. so why does it make me cry yet more?
It's time for an ice cold coke and a brainless movie. It's so good to be reconnected with old friends... even if Paul DID used to wake us up at camp with his tuba stuck in the window!



