I met someone about two weeks after mom died. It felt strange to start dating someone so quickly and I didn’t think it was going to amount to much, so I didn’t talk about him.

I happened to be in Centralia today, I texted to see if he was still around. His plan was always to move back to NY. But he happily reported that he was “all shacked up with a lady in Bremerton.” I let him know I was happy for him.

What I’d wished I’d said, and now won’t because he’s in a relationship and it can go without saying because I think he understood this anyway: JJB was really the perfect man, for that moment, and he handled me with complete grace. We only dated a few months and it was quite possibly the healthiest relationship I’ve ever been in. It was lovely.

JJB, I really am happy for you. Thank you for all that you were for me. You were exactly what I needed and I’ll always be grateful to you for that. Sincerely, thank you.

I wish you a good and happy life. Take care.