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Re: Negril - I'm Back... Here's the runnings. NEW PICS Added
Marilyn, Sister Cousin is in a far better place than we. I know you will miss her, but one day you will be reunited, perhaps at the oceans edge.
Leaving the island was so hard for all three of us. There was no laughter in the van that day. No loud talking, no party tunes on the radio, no excitement in the pit of our stomachs,just pain. We all ordered hamburgers at Marger'vlle and maybe somewhere in the back of our minds, hoped that the plane would leave without us. They had to page all three of us over the loud speaker to tell us they were doing the last and final boarding. The ladies sent me on first to let the pilot know we were coming and they fell in closely behind me. I sat at the window on this return trip but the first thing I did was close the shade.
It's been three days now and I have still yet been able to get myself together. I daydream of having the islands arms around me again. I sleep and dream of being in bed on those stark white sheets with the window wide open, breeze blowing the curtains over my body, listening to the ocean and smelling the salt in the air.
Marilyn, I miss our home. I'm walking fast again, talking fast again, driving too fast again, I'm irritable again, I don't sleep again, I stop smiling again, I'm back to that other person again.
Marilyn, Sister Cousin is in a far better place than we. I know you will miss her, but one day you will be reunited, perhaps at the oceans edge.
Leaving the island was so hard for all three of us. There was no laughter in the van that day. No loud talking, no party tunes on the radio, no excitement in the pit of our stomachs,just pain. We all ordered hamburgers at Marger'vlle and maybe somewhere in the back of our minds, hoped that the plane would leave without us. They had to page all three of us over the loud speaker to tell us they were doing the last and final boarding. The ladies sent me on first to let the pilot know we were coming and they fell in closely behind me. I sat at the window on this return trip but the first thing I did was close the shade.
It's been three days now and I have still yet been able to get myself together. I daydream of having the islands arms around me again. I sleep and dream of being in bed on those stark white sheets with the window wide open, breeze blowing the curtains over my body, listening to the ocean and smelling the salt in the air.
Marilyn, I miss our home. I'm walking fast again, talking fast again, driving too fast again, I'm irritable again, I don't sleep again, I stop smiling again, I'm back to that other person again.
now that hurt. when i thought about what real peace is for me, is in the arms of an island and a man too far away from me now.
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