Coming home

The parent in me just told the little kid in me that my best friend is on a very long vacation and won’t be coming back but that he’s fine and loves us and no, we can’t visit him. The parent in me knows I’m lying, and the parent in me cries for the little kid in me who, although sad she can’t visit and won’t be seeing the friend again, is glad the friend is happy wherever he’s vacationing, probably somewhere with rainbows and tons of romping smiling dogs and cats. Meanwhile, both parent and kid’s hearts are broken.

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I’ve been off of Facebook for almost seven months. I’m done. The loss this week of the “DOG”, my beloved ex-beau, best friend and confidant of 20-plus years — my rock, my anchor, my soulmate, words which would make both him and me cringe, but really, they do apply — seals my decision more than it did months ago. I’m keeping my Facebook page up, may from time to time comment on someone else’s posts, and will occasionally check in on Messenger when at the computer, but that’s not the best way to find me. I will be posting here and on Instagram, and you can find me here and there.

“Jodiverse” is my home and always will be. I have come home.

4 thoughts on “Coming home

  1. Really very sorry for your loss, Jodi.
    Dare I say, for some of us frequent visitors, almost residents, of the Jodiverse, your loss feels almost personal.

    I always thought the best way to find you is just right here, in the Jodiverse. Wherever you are, be well.

    Be that as it may, at this time I just hope you’re fine, wherever you are.

    1. Elena! What a treat to hear from you — especially here in the Jodiverse! Thank you for your lovely words. I’m always happy to hear from you, no matter what.

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