Thursday, November 17, 2005
Signs
I'm home again. And now getting ready to leave for
Jacqui and I spent yesterday afternoon together - we shopped and went out to dinner and chatted.
I miss her so much when I'm traveling...so I always enjoy our little excursions when I get back home. My baby....sigh....love her to pieces.
Anyway, she's been having a rough time lately, and told me that while I was gone, she kept Rich's old cell phone with her - like a security blanket of sorts. Thing hasn't been charged in over a year so it obviously doesn't power up and the service was disconnected right after Rich died.
And while she was in the shower yesterday, she said heard it ring.
She poked her head out of the shower just to be sure that it wasn't her phone ringing and it definitely wasn't (her phone has a different ring type).
She's certain it was Rich's cell ringing. He had a very distinct ring tone set - one that you don't hear to often anymore.
So when she got out of the shower, she checked and the phone was as dead as it was before she got in the shower.
Weird...but so cool if it was him :)
She also seems to feel that the number 44 is "his" number, which is weird, considering that WB believes that 44 is a number used by his wife as a sign (and I've been with him on several occasions where I got to see the number come up).
I doubted her at first and then she reminded me of "Goofy 44" - the first parking spot his family parked in on their first trip to Disney - and which Rich memorized after 30 years and always, always, always talked about (in fact, his brother Jim mentions this in the eulogy he delivered during Rich's funeral service. Go here to read: http://findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=9579658)
And of course, Jacqui remembered his last license plate, and um, here it is:
Coincidence? I guess. But kinda' weird, huh?
Maybe I'm seeing things that I want to see as a comfort, but um, I've recently witnessed a few other odd things. When WB and I went to Tallahassee, we were walking with his daughter around a little street fair (bunches of tents and kiosks with artisans and crafts, etc) and while looking at jewelry, a man came up to WB's daughter (I was standing right next to her) and said "Take this IQ Test", and handed her a card. I thought that was an odd thing to say, and assumed it was a religious holy roller or something - but lo and behold, the card was about atheism. Hmmmm, IQ test and atheism...two things that were very distinguishable about Rich. (And Sally the psychic did say that Rich was bored with lights - and that he was coming through to me through other people).
Ok, ok that's a stretch, I know, but what about this: I was at Dulles airport walking with my bags and a man came up alongside me and said "Excuse me, I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you are really beautiful". Was this Rich giving me a compliment before my big night out or just a nice guy??? Who the hell knows....
And in other news...I had a little bump on my face biopsied and was a little shocked to find out that it was squamous cell carcinoma - a fancy name for skin cancer.
Bummer, huh. But the good news is that it's easily treatable through this cool procedure called MOHS where they remove one layer of skin at a time (less chance of a bad scar, better accuracy with removal). There's a link to a brochure which explains the surgery/risks here: http://www.mohssurgery.org/New/Patient_publicResources/PatientIndex.html
I like how they throw in a line about being a bit of "discomfort". Discomfort my ass...maybe I read too much between the lines, but it sounds to me like it's going to hurt like hell. Grrrrr!
Anyway, it kind of flipped me out for a while there (never thought I'd be saying "I have cancer")
though I know that it's common and no where near as serious as Melanoma. I have an appointment to visit the MOHS doctor after the holidays...go me.
I hate having surgery. Ergghhhhh.....I've had my tonsils out, my gall bladder, my uterus...now this. Pisses me off, I tell ya...
Ah but all is not bad: I can't wait to get on the road tomorrow and to get the hell out of dodge (a week away from work...whooooo-hooooo!). I need a good vacation and all, but the better news is that I get to see my sweetie :)
What can I tell ya? The man has me hook, line and sinker - and I couldn't be happier...
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