I went to work today. I read the newspaper between calls. At 8:50 am [less than an hour into my shift] I saw it. Tammy had died.
Tammy was my first girlfriend. Like many love struck 13 year olds, I thought she'd be the one.
We broke up some years later and went on. But, I've never forgotton her.
Tammy, I will miss you my sweet friend. I know that you've jumped out the wheelchair and into the arms of Jesus and you're probably running laps around Heaven right now.
I'll miss you, but I'll see you when I get there.
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