Another first

Van Gogh was one of Randy’s favorite painters.

You know how sometimes you cut yourself with a really sharp knife? At first you don’t really feel the pain, but you know you’ve cut it - you felt the knife going in. And then after a few seconds you feel the sting. And that’s the way it is for every new first without Randy.

Today I went to check the mail and found a holiday card addressed to Cheryll and Randy. And I realized that there was someone I forgot to tell. She’s a former colleague, someone I’m fond of, but we don’t really talk - we just send holiday cards. And so she didn’t know.

So now I have that heavy feeling that means I’ll cry about this later.