she was a whirlwind of personality and determination…she’d grind out policy with the toughest of them …she was a spitfire…a tiny thing with blond hair and a WTF stare that could make grown men scurry around trying to figure out WTF?  she was southern.. of course…  she’d danced with presidents (the sexy ones) and visited friends in low places…she lived more passionately than anyone i know…she never married… she never had children …and she never wasted a moment regretting her decisions…she talked tough and she backed it up… she shot from the hip and never missed … she never mixed words…and you never wondered what she was thinking…cause she just told you … and…

she was my hero

and now

i wish i had gone over to visit her last week instead of just thinking about it…

i wish i had sent one more card…instead of  letting it sit on my desk…until it was too late…

i wish i had insisted…..instead of letting her convince me that she was too tired for any company…

i wish i had told her the visit was more for me than her…that i missed her… and i wanted to catch her up on so much stuff in my life …drag counsel from her …even though she always said the same thing…

do whats right …kiddo…just do the right thing…

and if you tried to tell her that you didnt know what the “right thing” was..

shed just say…”yes you do…now hand me your glass lets have another drink“

god damn … i could use that drink right about now…

i love you sugar… godspeed…

xoxo