cosmic

How is it that you can love someone that you have never met? How is it that I called my Grandmother and asked her to pray?  How is it that I’m sitting here crying.  This is why I’m crying

Karen is one absolutely fantastic woman.  A woman who’s book made me laugh, cry, and laugh even some more.  Her book is far far better than most memoirs I have read to date.  Truly.  She is a fine lady who has given me the absolute best advice over the years.  The most recent being here.  When she left that message I had a long conversation with Rick that night.  We made up and resolved that marital bump in the road because of her. Because of her wisdom and her willingness to step up and give me some advice. We had an email exchange that went far deeper into the topic than what was even on that blog post.  She continued to step up and talk me through my own confusion and pain.  She truly helped me. AND it was not the first time she ever did that, I really can’t fathom it being the last time.  I just found every email she ever sent to me and she signed them all

Friend,

 
Karen

I’ve been following along with her life (you know….reading her blog) since August of 2001 when I started my own diary over at diaryland.  That is a very long time to have someone be a part of your every day life.  When I sent out a graduation announcement email it was her response (after watching my former trainwreck of a life and hanging in there through many many aggravating blog posts and her following through my transformation always encouraging me) that truly made me cry with self pride.  She truly aknowledged my accomplishment like few other people have.  She touched me so so many times. 

I am so so heartbroken. I think I’m going to go sit in a dark room now and cry.   She’s exactly the type of woman I wish I had had for my very own mother….she has never been just a “friend” to me or just a “blog” I read.  I wish I would have told her exactly  these words “I wish you were my Mother” because I thought it so so many times over the years.  I’ve always wanted a mother, not mine….but someone like Karen…someone exactly like Karen. I love her.