There aren’t many performances that resonate with me, but when Grissom delivered this line, I paused.  It was just an acting job, but it felt like he really loved that woman.  I remember never wanting to understand the depth of his pain.   “She’s been my best friend.  I’ll miss her for the rest of my life.”  Grissom admitting how he feels about Sara.   From the series finale “Immortality” of CSI: Crime Scene Investigation.

I felt that way about Mr. Me.  I felt that way about The Jeanie.  I will miss them every moment of every day for the rest of my life.

Life is often divided into seasons—seasons of Thanksgiving and Lament.  I’m so grateful for the Thanksgiving part, but the Lamentations has been so much.  Mr. Me, The Jeanie, The Jeanie’s Mr. Her, Julienne (the massage therapist who traveled with us), Shauné (the attorney who did all the things)…and the future we all imagined. 

As many of you know, the shagalicious wordslinger, who used the article in front of her name, wore socks with flip-flops, could rock a hoodie with both casual and formal attire, and had an affinity for ducking out to get ‘fresh air’ has passed.  

Both Mr. Me and The Jeanie were among my best friends.  They were all of the things I’d ever wanted.  I didn’t just lose a husband and a writing partner.  It’s difficult to put in words what I lost when Mr. Me passed.  It’s all of the little things that you don’t realize are so vital to your wellbeing.  I lost pieces of me  Some days I felt as if I lost the other part of my soul.   I miss our intense arguments about the space-time continuum, and asking why the temperature in the house was set at ‘meat locker.’ I miss the conversations that didn’t require words.  He was the free-est person I have ever known.  

I lost a daughter when The Jeanie passed.   How I miss hearing “Hi, momma!” because she sounded so happy when she said it and I felt so happy when I heard it.  She was the boldest person I have ever known.  

I didn’t expect Mr. Me to pass.  He was in the best of health.  I knew in my heart that The Jeanie was crossing over, and so did she, but neither of us said it out loud.   How do you have that conversation?  Thus, we wrote, and wrote, and wrote, because sometimes that is all we could do.  The result is that we have a significant amount of prose on hand.  I just had to have the courage and desire to pick up the pen again.  It’s just not the same but the stories are what we have left of her spirit.  So I’m slowly refining our prose, because regardless of everything, the Jeanie and Jayha penned epic shenanigans.  And they should be shared.  

We write a little bit of everything, primarily stories featuring the kind of characters who deserve great stories…instead of the type of characters who are automatically the beneficiaries of all of the great stories.  Adventures, divinity, and heroism should not be limited to specific individuals when the planet is full of all manner of individuals who should have a chance…who should be heralded. 

Our stories feature kickazz heroines, heroes, homies, and a host of supporting characters that have readers demanding that they too get a story.  Maybe one day, I’ll have the desire to engage in all the ways the powers-that-be advise.   But I doubt it.  I have to get back into the swing of writing.  I don’t have much social media for you, but I do have a whole lot of WTF, some Ka-pow!, and a sh*t ton of NFW.

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