While preparing to move (1.5 year ago) I was mercilessly tossing lots of papers and cards I'd held onto when my mom died (at that point - 8 years prior). I looked down at a handful of cards, and the back of a card was facing me that said "If you're ever in Kansas City, call ... with a number." KC, is of course, where we were moving to. I read the card, remembered the woman - vaguely at best - but decided it was one of my "signs" and tucked it in a folder. A few days later I tried the number, but it was disconnected. So I googled her, and found 2 numbers & and email. I called and left a vague message "looking for so & so, Laura's daughter, etc.", and she called me back the next day.
I hadn't seen her since I was 12 (not a typo), and wasn't entirely sure who she was. I said "Did you have a corvette?", she laughed and said yes.
When we arrived, she stopped by with muffins, loaned me a kitchen table for six months, and made sure I put all of her numbers into my cell phone so I could call her for emergencies. We've not talked or seen each other much, but it was so reassuring to know that there was "someone" motherly here who I could count on if something went awry.
So - we're going there for T-Day.
I hadn't seen her since I was 12 (not a typo), and wasn't entirely sure who she was. I said "Did you have a corvette?", she laughed and said yes.
When we arrived, she stopped by with muffins, loaned me a kitchen table for six months, and made sure I put all of her numbers into my cell phone so I could call her for emergencies. We've not talked or seen each other much, but it was so reassuring to know that there was "someone" motherly here who I could count on if something went awry.
So - we're going there for T-Day.
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