I call Tori and her husband my "treasure". In life, you get used to things being a certain way. I know that Mike is going to leave his slippers in a place I will trip over! This is a truism and a constant, like the sun coming up in the East and setting in the West. I know that babies make me babble like an idiot and the our American flag will make me cry. So, when something comes into my life, that I didn't see coming, it is like digging up a buried treasure.
Several months ago, Tori and I connected on Facebook. We hadn't seen each other in virtually 42 years, except for a short chat at one of our class reunions. She remember me, but I don't even remember talking to her, as there were so many people.
After saying Hi on Facebook, one of us emailed the other. It seemed we both got married the same year and had daughters...2 for me and 1 for her. She has an Eryn and I have an Erin. We both have granddaughters and puff up when we talk of our little people. One email led to another and then it became a daily writing. If she doesn't write, it doesn't see that my day will start out right. I call it my Tori chat.
After weeks of writing, Gary came west and Tori and husband, Malcolm, had us over for a lovely dinner. She invited several other people over...Ernie Lewis and wife, Jeff Vangilder, Gary...a great group of guys from "the hood". It was as if we didn't miss a beat.
When another kid came up from California, Jim, Tori had another BBQ, but we were unable to attend. More were added to the mix. Of course, the more people that attend the more reasons I have not to appear. I really don't like groups. I am backwards for sure.
Yesterday, was my day to have Malcolm and Tori up at my house. We had such a good laugh. We sat around and ate, went around town and visited sites she had an interest to see and came home to dessert and coffee. It was one of the best days I can remember. Felt good and I know somewhere, her dad is enjoying our visits, too.
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