Tuesday, August 1, 2017

My Last Prom

Dear P,

Starting today, we are having our last three prom dates. I put on a skirt and pretended when I walked in to the office to hear you say, "Heidi Ray, you look pretty enough to go to prom! Are you going with the muffin man?" Then I smiled.


Time isn't making things easier, but this OC family is growing tighter and tighter, just as you taught us. We will be holding hands the next three days. We will be crying. You'll just have to deal with that. We will be hugging. We will be laughing, I'm sure of it. Jimmy came in and checked on me again yesterday. He told me about how, while you were in Italy last year, you got up to go the bathroom in the middle of the night. So, he snuck in to your bed and waited for you. When you climbed in to bed, he was wedged up against the wall. He rolled over and put his arm around you. You flipped the flip. Jimmy could not stop laughing. I was laughing, too. It felt so good to laugh.

Randy Marble came to see me yesterday. He said he has been praying for your family and for me, personally. He wept. I told him that you respected him so much and told him about how you said to me a couple of weeks ago that he was the type of boss everyone should try to be.

Gosh, I miss you. It's time for you to come back now. Please.

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