Moody Meow

He had one of “those” laughs that made you want to laugh too. It was an undertow of joy, and no matter how grumpy I was, he still made me smile.

Grannie’s best friend, breast cancer took you. Your ashes scattered in the Keys, my grandparents will follow you. I loved your scarves when you went through chemo, and miss your smile

Slacker, I know you read this on occasion. Don’t let your head get big, but you were my best boss ever. If only my current employer could take lessons from you.

You’ve become what I never expected - wife & mother, but you were with me through the same journey, sans baby, so I should have known. Thanks for keeping in touch..

Dark headed, with the mysterious house, back end of the cul-de-sac. You laughed when I fell off my bike, I laughed when one of you smashed your nose on the concrete.

Don’s little sister, Shirley, the best, fiercest tomboy around. We melted Barbie heads and beat the boys at tag and climbing trees. I looked up to you, both figuratively and literally.

When I was 7, I was convinced we would marry. I didn’t see the bruises from your father’s beatings, nor really understand your tone as you took it out on your mother.

Hati colored your accent - you spoke with a lyrical beauty. Unintentionally graceful, gracious, kind. I miss your smile and your giggle. I always felt bad when I cursed around you.

Not pretty, but funny. Not white, but looked it. Not prone to tantrums, but you kicked me when I was being an ass. The Food Court wasn’t the same when you left.

Wearing scrubs, a smile, and carrying cigarettes, you rescued me and Miggy from our boring beds, with IVs dripping, & took us to a hidden balcony for smoky dominoes. How we laughed.

Two years of fucking in church parking lots, back seats, swinging, cameras, fumbling hands, and pretending we were just friends while our partners were around. The one time I said no, it ended

You told me to breathe, wiped the sweat from my brow, heard her first cry, and sewed up my bleeding womanhood. You were an adoptive mother too, you said, as I cried.

We worked at the record store.  I fell in love with your Mustang. I called it a crayon, because it was THAT green. You always gave me a ride home anyway.

Beautiful, delicate, we imagined heaven was in the branches, and then the drugs wore off. I broke off a relationship for you, but you were too high to notice. So sad.

You charged us a boatload for the contraband beagle. You bitched about the lawn. You refused to pay for the faucet. Then, you tell us we were the best tenants ever?

I did you wrong as a roommate and a friend. We were young, and I never apologized. I learned to  never let a man ruin a friendship. He wasn’t worth it.

You tried to guide a store full of drug addicts, fuck-ups, and lost children. You did well to get out of the business of taking care of us, little gentle woman.

My favorite uncle, talked to me like an adult and never understood why I didn’t “get” the drinking. I was horrified when I found out you used. It still bothers me.

Pronounced with a G, Chinese/Cuban, we kissed in the rain. I always wanted you as a friend because I knew I would destroy a relationship. You left anyway. Enjoy the silence.

So named for the gifts, not the drug use. My first geek admirer, too bad you were a creep and made my life hell. I traded in those D&D books asshole..