This hurt is so new in my heart. I never dreamed something would take you away from me when you were only five years old.
You and I were so special together. You were my four pound longhair black and white Chihuahua and you went everywhere with me that you could go. You would rather be with me waiting in the car than waiting at home and you were so good. You went to the nursing home with me to visit and while I played the piano and you would sit in my lap or on a chair next to me. I dread the questions from those who don’t know and will ask where you are. They called you “Mr. Jordan” at the Credit Union when we would go thru the driveup window. They too will ask where you are. You left me so suddenly. I feel guilty for not paying more attention to something you had done so many times before. My presence might have changed what happened. Now I can’t do anything but miss you with all my heart. It hurts to breathe to think to walk and talk. I can’t believe you aren’t here with me that you aren’t laying here with me right now waiting to see where I’m going next so you can go with me. I miss you so much Michael.
Diane
| Michael Jordan |
| 8, April 2001 |
| Diane |