In 1979 as the clock rolled over into 1980 I was 18, five months away from graduating at Bryan Adams High School, and totally unaware that a certain young woman was coming my way from the north. It would not be until September or October of 1980 at Richland Junior College before I met Sandi for the first time. By that new year, Sandi was my life and my world.
Every year, especially the last several years, I always thought things would get better. I thought Sandi would get well, we would be in a better way financially, and could relax to a certain extent and be able to go do things. She had such plans for the house. All I had in mind was to make her happy and be with her.
That was not to be. For the first time since 1979 I go into a new year without her in my life. This is not a happy new year for me. It is hell. Sandi is gone and my world is in flames. I miss her more than I can say. Nothing is ever going to be right again.
Bookshelf Traveling for Insane Times No. 3
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