I took Team Julie to the airport this morning and it was with a heavy heart that I drove away and left them standing on the curb with their suitcases and camera bags. I am always blue when I say goodbye to friends and family, particularly when our time together has been so full and complete.
When Julie was diagnosed a few years ago…
It was a hideous time. I think we can all agree on that.
Some of my dear friends in England, who have supported me and lifted me up when I so badly needed a helping hand, reached out to Julie and her family at that time and through blogging and the internet, got to “know” Team Julie.
Since then, it was a little dream of mine that Julie, Redrokit and brother Bill might be able to “pop over to England” and pay us a visit so that they could see my little corner of the world and meet a few of the people who have meant so very much to me over the years and who have come to know Team Julie.
My dream came true.
I said we’d get up to no good and we tried our best — for middle aged people, that is.
First stop: Debbie and Andrew, who are just about the sweetest people we know.
There was some bellying up to the bar to test the British ale on tap.
Next stop: Diana and Steve. We ate and talked and laughed until rather late into the night. Diana and Steve lovingly embraced us all. We were fretted over and waited upon and — oh the stories they told! We were still laughing about it the next morning. Thank you, Diana and Steve. I love you.
Thank you, Team Julie. Thank you for coming to England and getting up to no good with me. I love you.