We had three tender moments to start our day that just dittos my last post about Kirsten's class. Her mother found us walking down the hall at the hotel and guessed we were her friends. Again, the wheelchair and big black handsome guy at the end of the leash was a dead giveaway. Cassie was grateful for our friendship to her daughter. Are you kidding? We are grateful to be in Kir's inner circle.
At breakfast, over pancakes and coffee, we got a little loud reminiscing about an old co-worker. We knew we'd miss the HBA Reunion tonight so we giggled as we remembered Shirley with her skirt tucked into her pantyhose in the glass elevator. In the middle of the raucous stories, a very classy woman came to our table and asked if we were Kirsten's friends. If the laughing was a giveaway, we'll laugh a whole lot more.
"Yep, she's our girl." And Grandma Goofy thanked us for the support and friendship. Kir had told her all about us. To tell you the truth, we really didn't know what to say to that second thank you. I thought it should be obvious that we needed to thank Kir for being our friend, not the other way around. It was a second act of class and it wasn't even 9:30 a.m.
More loud stories and pancakes and coffee and several minutes later a very handsome gentleman appeared at our table. "Everyone knows that there is always one Queen bee," he said. "But there is obviously three Queen bees here." It took us aback and he continued to thanks us for our friendship and love to his darling granddaughter, Kirsten.
"It has been very hard for us because we live so far away..." and he started to cry.
Class. Class. Class.
All day I thought about I should have told Mom, Grandma, and Grandpa all about how Kirsten lifts up her world. How her desk is the gathering place when you need some happy. How great she makes you feel as you are stuffing a Five Guys burger in your mouth and she tells you how pretty you are. I didn't tell them. But I will in three separate letters.
I'd like to write a different letter to the other family and tell them how miserably they failed to barely acknowledge that their son/brother loved Kirsten. They used the words "good friend."
There it was written in his journals, but they chose to slight her the simple acknowledgement that Jed loved her. Over and over, they said how he loved everyone. Shame on them for not following his example.
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Thank you so much. I am overwhelmed with grief and gratitude. :)
That's really upsetting that they called her "good friend." I hope they realize sooner rather than later how wrong that is.
Kelly, you the kind of friend I aspire to be. Thank you for your example.
Kell - I still think it would be amazing if you wrote those letters.
If you wanted to, you could write the same one to his family that you want to write to mine. I'd be so flattered. I want my family (and his) to know I have classy, mature, eloquent friends. It is such a boost to my ego to know you.
They will realize sooner than later, as I continue to reach out to them (and accept it when they reach out to me so often). If I disappeared, they'd be justified. They don't know if I'm just some flake in his life like everyone else was. If I do what I am doing - living to honor that sweet boy - they'll have the trust in me Jed never gave them the chance to grant me. Someday. It's an interesting journey.
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