The Ides of March

I'm making a very public post to compensate for a very private misstep.

Since September of 1995, I have known that March 15th, the Ides of March, is Megan's birthday. Megan should go into advertising, because she had the brains to link her B-Day to a landmark. Despite her blog post reminding folks, I knew it ahead of time.

I got to see Megan after much too long of a hiatus this past November. I've been looking forward to the Ides to shower a little love her way. When I didnt' get a card off in time, I planned on calling her.

Well, as luck would have it, I spent the day (3/15) preoccupied. By the time the evening rolled around, I was on a two hour drive with two cats just hoping to keep their behavior in check. My hands were used on the wheel and cats, and the phone... well.... let's just say I would have either needed 3 hands, or surely driven off the highway.

And so it passed. The Ides of March, that is.

So, Megan, I'm sorry. I'm not sorry I had so many great thoughts and memories about you this week. But, I am sorry I didn't convey them to YOU.

I'll always be grateful for 2204 Taylor Hall. I'll never forget your witty writing style, your taste in music, your humor and our laughs. Crosstitching and chinking away on glass at ALL hours of the night: adventures in CO: top secret soda runs: dressing up in riduculous things: requesting Starship: finding out that Steve Sharp transcends radio stations: abysmal matchmaking skills ;-): beautiful kids: a smile that lights up a room. I treasure the things I've come to gain a personal testimony of because of knowing you. You really are a light to those around you. I miss ya'!