There are some losses that affect us in ways we never knew they would. Some that bite at us, that stir such raw emotion that the tears are there before we even know they were in production. I miss my friend. I didn’t have enough time to bust his balls, to give him a hard time, to make fun of him, to be proud of him, to hug him one last time on his visit home. I didn’t have enough time. I want to beat him one last time at poker, I want to drive our mother’s crazy by picking the most obnoxious music to play to. I want to tell him how in that single moment when he was home and we walked towards each other down the street and he hugged me tight and said ” it’s so good to see you” that I knew we were family. I want him to offer me one last shot that I will initially turn down and then inevitably take. I hated opening up the door that day. I miss you my friend.
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Confessions of a mad mind~ Author of A Practical Guide to Forgiveness from an Impractical Survivor and She was the Stuff of Stars, Christie Page was born in Falmouth, Massachusetts. She lived in the Nobska Point Lighthouse with her mother and father who were stationed there as a result of his service in the Coast Guard. Shortly after the family made their way to West Palm Beach, Florida where she grew up continuing her love affair with the ocean. She has two children Joshua 26 and Laura 24 and currently resides in South Florida. In 2015 Christie left her twenty year medical career to pursue her passion for writing full time and has been featured in the world’s largest mindful living publications including Chicken Soup for the Soul, elephant journal, Sivana East, Thirty on Tap and The Urban Howl. She was also a feature columnist for Controlled Chaos magazine. An active yogi, hoop dancing enthusiast and self-proclaimed whiskey chick, she is a third generation breast cancer survivor, recovering anorexic/bulimic and is on life six or seven of her nine lives. She has been homeless and sheltered, rich and poor, loved and hated and believes her experiences have lead her down a path of spiritual exploration and awakenings. Christie wishes to share her journey with others in an attempt to come to peace. She writes to clear space from the rolodex that is her muddled mind. Christie View all posts by christiepage "pando pandemonium"