Oct 14, 2024, 11:25 AM

But here she is.
In 2015 when I picked her up, Greg first gave her a little bath & tenderly towelled her dry. When it was time to hand her over, he paused. I saw he was trying to force himself to let her go. His eyes welled up.
In the rearview mirror I saw him forlornly gazing after us.
Greg worked at the airport. He rested on me for a little breather. I was in my own hell but I was ok with it. I’m even more ok with it now, knowing how truly little he had left; how lucky I am to have known him.

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