http://youtu.be/b_a-eXIoyYA
I couldn’t stay. Her family wanted me to stay and make a speech, but I couldn’t. Her rotten ex was there, and as I walked past and heard him explaining — no, lecturing someone on how “disturbed” Lyn was, it was all I could do not to haul off and hit him. (I am not a violent person.) As it turns out, I wasn’t the only person who felt that way. But her family did not want a scene, so my friend and I left and went to a bar, where we drank to her memory.
Well done, Lynnie. Look at all those people who loved you!
I didn’t go for the same reason you left. I loved Lyn and didn’t want to have to deal with that.
Thank you for honoring her memory in this blog.
(((Hugs))) People revising history to absolve their part in it, I suppose. It can take a lot of restraint to resist our first impulse in a highly charged situation. You did the right thing… you have been in my thoughts this week. Take care….