Tuesday, February 10, 2015



It was a date that I had been dreading for a while.  Derek is beside himself because his best friend is gone.  Lots of hugs and good luck wishes, and then Derek sat on his bed in his room, heartbroken.

I can only hope that whoever buys this house next door is at least on half the type of people that the Girardis are.  I am going to miss my friends, and will try to stay in touch, but they moved to Texas.  They may as well have gone to the moon.  We probably will never see them again.