Dear FM and MLK,

All the goodbyes were said and tears dried...well, not quite. I found myself crying before takeoff and during this long layover. It is hard to say goodbye to the people and to something that has been so important in my life and for my growth. In my past I used to have to get angry at a person or people in order to say goodby. Saying goodby was just to painful for me. I am sure it harks back to my childhood when my father went of to war and a military officer knocking at our door to give word about my father. I became a clingy kid and would continue to leave friends and family in anger to justify leaving.

Thanks, to both of you for showing the way. You have taught me it is okay to ask for what I want or need and to handle whatever the outcome will be. You also helped me to learn that out of sight does not mean poof, the connection I have to a person disappears as if it never existed. You guys are seldom on my mind unless I am on PC. I am reminded how you guys were always willing to let me control my process without having to fight you left and right. You were and are solid enough to take care of yourselves.

I'm coming back only for a short while and will share the next leg of my journey.

Love ya,
AesB

PS: MLK, DO NOT EAT MY PEEPs!!!