The reality hit me this morning: Lia's moving.
My goal is to keep it in perspective, she isn't terminally ill she is just moving 1604 miles away. I can still talk to her on the phone, e-mail her, read her blog, and visit her. But I'm going to miss her on Saturday mornings at Panera and we won't be teaching Knitting 102 together anymore.
Ouch, my heart is hurting. No, no it will be okay I have other friends to help me through this. I will see her in April in Las Vegas. Deep cleansing breaths. I am definitely going to cry tonight at the Bon Voyage party. I might have to go into therapy over this (as in group knitting therapy at Twist.)