Quick one, this time.
I was originally going to do another round of Snippets from Tammy, sharing past conversations and mildly-crazed stories. (“Oh, look, here’s the letter she wrote to Scotch the Cat in the voice of her dog Petey!”) But then, as I reviewed and reflected, I realized that it was time to let things go softly into the night, move the grief offline, get back to the roots of Bonnywood, stiff upper wit and all that.
But I will share one last thing.
Remember that? The one that her husband sent me, the one that happened to arrive on the same day I Heard the News? The one I haven’t been able to open, dreading the wallop such an act might bring?
I just opened it.
I don’t know how much planning Bruce put into what he selected to send me, but I’m going to let my heart believe that he knew exactly what he was doing. Those of you who have been with me at Bonnywood for a while will instantly realize the perfection of the choice…
It’s a Christmas house. For my Christmas Village, the source of so many stories over the years. (Yes, I cried a little bit, but not much, as joy quickly won that race.)
Naturally, I used my trusty “albumen” filter in PaintShop to give the photo that “Bonnywood Look”, welcoming the new addition to The Village.
The thought that Tammy will now be with me, forever more, during the hope and promise of the holiday season?
Well, that’s just right as rain.
Thank you, Bruce.