Elvis Has Left The Building

I missed another call -- not THE CALL, though. I forgot to take my phone upstairs with me last night. Austin called from a stop over location and left me another sweet message. "I just wanted to tell you again how much I love you and since I could only make one phone call and I called you, you should know that I really love you. Anyway, I gotta go, I love you".

Rewind. . .

"THE DAY" was postponed by one day at the last minute -- prolonged agony morphed into torture. One full day of anguish to be followed by another.

On the real "THE DAY," after several early morning calls, Austin assured me that our "goodbye call" wouldn't be until late afternoon. Considering I could barely move my head from side to side and my right shoulder was constricted up around my ear , I went to get a massage. I didn't know the masseuse (Monica) so I had some 'splaining to do about why I was grossly contorted, shaking and whimpering. She was soooo sweet to me (I got the hot stones treatment for free!)

Well, when do you supposed I got my "Goodbye Call"? Yep -- butt naked on the massage table. I pleaded, "this isn't my goodbye call is it?????. " Yes, it was.

Monica gave us a few minutes "alone" and came back in to a naked, hysterical, blubbering, sobbing, blob of sludge, sitting up on her table spewing tears and snot all over her lovely bedding. Know what she did? She prayed for me!!!