Two years ago today Mrs.Mac died which still seems so unreal to me. I miss her all time...and quite frankly, I still feel like we got screwed out of her company. There are so many times I laugh at something at a party or while talking to a friend and think to myself that she would have appreciated the joke. (or she would have not gotten the joke, which would make us all laugh harder probably). I wish more than anything that she had gotten the chance to meet Hopper and of course her own grandson, Curan.. I think everybody chooses to remember those they've loved and lost in their own way, so you'll just have to bear with me or plug your ears because I choose this day to listen to Last of the Mohicans. Here's to Big Jill and her undeterred love of movie soundtracks. Next year, Man from Snowy River.
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
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