When you say a final goodbye to someone you've known for most of your life, it takes a part of you. It rips you open. It tosses you out. I said goodbye to Kristie Ostner-Dodson one last time today.
But Kristie wouldn't want tears. Not her. And that's not how her service went. In a church full of people saying their farewells, tears, smiles, laughter, baseball chants, and a song about pizza filled the room.
Kristie's kids looking so grownup, but so young too. They're only babies really. Babies left with one parent, Larry's a great parent to be sure, but still missing their wonderful mother.
Dave spoke at the service. I didn't think he would. He said "I loved her" and my heart broke. He's not one to speak his heart, but there, in a room full of practical strangers, he used beautiful words of love. I couldn't have been prouder of him.
And then there's Kathie who looks in the mirror and sees only her twin's face. I have no words for her pain. I wish I could make it all better, take it away.
I wish today wasn't the final goodbye. I had so many things still to share with her, so many moments missed, so many regrets for the words I never had a chance to say. Words like "You are amazing" and most importantly, "Thank you".
And finally, "Goodbye."
