Wishing for a Dwight Christmas

Dwight,

I miss you.  I’m wishing for a Dwight Christmas filled with you reading A Child’s Christmas in Wales, our Christmas tree from Grandpa McCurry, marathons of Lonesome Dove and snow.

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Here we are with Dr. Bill and Dr. Jeff at Stein Eriksen Lodge. The three of you took me to The Game Room and introduced me to a bottle of 1970 Chateau LaFite Rothschild.  Unfortunately, at 18, I failed to appreciate it.

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In 1993, we spent Christmas in Boulder, Colorado. You gave me a ring. Explaining, “I never ask a question to which I don’t know the answer,” you called it a “friendship ring.”  Few women have friends like you, my love.

We used the photos Dennis took as our “engagement photos,”even though you never asked me to marry you.

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One year, you gave me this poem.

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Last year, at this time, I was watching and re-watching episodes of The Newsroom in preparation for our conversations.  I called and called. Nothing.  I worried.

This is my second Christmas without you.

I’m wishing for a very Dwight Christmas because, ever since you left, you’ve been here.

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About hookershorde

I am a school teacher, animal advocate and rescuer, yogi, and happy!
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