The Next Best Thing...

Well, I couldn't go west, but Susan had an opportunity to go to Denver, Boulder, and Breckenridge. She returned home with a friend who had been here in Atlanta for medical reasons. Susan fell in love with Denver, immediately. I got a text saying she was ready to pack her bags and move. Grass didn't grown under their feet. The first night they took in a ball game--I'm not sure what the name of the Denver team is.

Then she reconnected with a childhood best friend who she found (or she found Susan, I'm not sure which) on Facebook. Yesterday, she and her friend had lunch and Susan got her Mom's phone number and email address. Pat was my one of my best friends when we first moved to Atlanta. As things go in life, we had lost contact. I called her, today, and she is doing wonderfully. I couldn't visit her on my trip as I felt it might be too early after the loss of her husband, Hank. They were very good friends to Rich and me, so I was very saddened to hear about him. I am amazed at how well she is--full of life as she's always been--sounds exactly the same as she did years ago. She said her faith helped her to get to the place she's in, now. She's off to Scotland, soon. We vowed to keep in touch, and she asked me to visit her. Of course, that's not possible, now, and it may never be. I told her she was always welcome in Atlanta. It surprised me when she said she always loved Atlanta. 


Today, Susan and her friend are in Breckenridge, and she's having a blast. They will return to Denver, tomorrow. I've only gotten a couple of pictures from her--I'll take what I can get. I'm happy she's having such a good time--even planning a ski trip next winter which may include her brother.

The lack of traffic, alone, sells me on this place. Makes me wish we had made the move years ago before it was too late. Oh, well. A lesson for my kids and grandkids, I hope.