Was the last day I ‘’talked’’(Messenger) to Gunnar. We were online, together, for almost an hour. He was giving me a really bad time, about buying Doug a PINK leather motorcycle jacket, for Doug’s birthday. We talked about other things, too. Family friends, that have decided to divorce…….we talked about Jo and Cheeseburger, and baby Luke. We talked about his grandparents…..And we talked about how close he was to being done, with deployment, and how much beer we could/would drink, when he got home for leave.
We talked about muzzleloader rifles, and the camero, and his sister's wedding. And he told me to find a computer class, sign up, and write the check, on his account, because he couldn’t keep teaching me, from Iraq. We told each other I love you, and he’d talk to me tomorrow. And I filed the only messenger conversation I’d ever filed. (didn’t know how, but decided to click on file………and I remember sitting in front of the computer, laughing about a pink motorcycle jacket, and suddenly crying……
- I have lived in south Dakota, all of my life. My family is here, my roots are here. While I don't spend alot of time with "family", we always manage to bond together, when times get tough. Gunnar's death is more proof, of that.I also have a huge family of friends, and this "family"also pulls together, in a heart beat,when necessary. My parents live about 70 miles away, my husbands parents live about 7 miles from our house.