The one thing I know...

or don’t know, I should say, is the uncertain certainty by which the standard relationship, or in this case, the lack there of, should live by. What’s the long and short of it? What’s the conclusion to what I’ve begun to talk about? For our three-year anniversary Candace has decided to move to Texas. Don’t fret – she wants me to come with her…phew. I mean, it’s like driving down to the shore for the weekend right?

You might be thinking...something...I don’t know what it is but I’m sure it’s something. I know I’ve been thinking some things too – everything from ‘Thanks for the photographs and memories’ to ‘What size boots should I be fitting myself for’. I already have a belt buckle and plenty of Longhorns gear now all I need an internal cooling system and a way to make the leaves turn colors during the Fall. Do they serve Porterhouse chicken or tofu brisket?

Croce might be wondering if he’ll have to write a Part II although the original is plenty accommodating. He’ll be pleased, I’m sure, to hear that it won’t be the last of our summer skies and lullabies as I have intended to make it work. And why not? I am certainly no stranger to the crazy happenstances of life. It is but just another hurdle in this wacky world we live in.

A part of me will die, sure. It’s typical during death to feel sadness, I suppose, when it should really be a celebration – a celebration of the life that was lead. We’ve had a tremendous three years together and, should that be the end, well then, I hope one day I’m lucky enough to meet someone that will bring me the joy she has.

She has important decisions to make and things she needs to find out for herself in order to achieve her happiness. I understand the notion of wanting to be content in life and because I do I’m able to respect it. We know nothing of what our future holds except to be blessed the good Lord has provided us with a blue sky and two healthy legs to walk around and enjoy it.

In any case, I see this not as end but as a beginning. Either a beginning of a new life between Candace and I or a beginning to two new separate lives, each one forever living with a small piece of the other.