Sally Miller

I have, many times, eluded to my childhood on these blogs.  I have talked about some of the rougher spots and  how I got through, good or bad,  usually learning something invaluable along the way.  That is probably why I can still think in sentences most of the time and have a fairly good sense of the real world.  I had a lot of gifts, some were entirely natural, some were learned from others. I guess I don't give credit to those others enough. I do feel that I am responsible for seeing the good and being able to make a positive out of a situation that could have left me a victim, or a statistic.  But, there were a few folks along the way that had purely golden intentions,  had only my best interests at heart.  Frankly, that was rare and I sort of sabotaged most of them but some golden stuff got through.
This brings me to Sally Miller.  When I left my aunt and uncles home in 1973, after two and a half years of wholesome family life, to go live with my father whom had just gotten out of prison, That road took me to Santa Fe, New Mexico.  The "City Different" in the Land of Enchantment,  All I seen was pinon' trees and rocks, so I wasn't very enchanted at first.
My father had married the librarian at the prison he had been in,  I had heard alot about her but you know how that goes.  Well,  He couldn't have ever told me then, how much she would come to mean in my life,  Then, as a teenager. Well after her and my father had split, Into my adulthood and again, Now.
About three years ago,  i had gotten her phone number from a relative and called her.  She was actually visiting her Daughter in Wyoming.  I had just gone through a terrible divorce that damn near killed me and she was having health problems.  We were able to touch base, cry a bit about those we had lost, My brother and my daddy, were both gone, as well as a few more people that we considered extended family.  She was able to tell me some reallt cool observations about me and I always listen, (she smart!)  We exchanged email addresses.  I believe I sent one ,more email with a couple of family pictures then, Nothing.  To be honest,  I thought she had probably died.  I know that sounds horrible but she was 70 then and pulling around an oxygen tank.  After several months, I just kinda figured, and I was too frightened to find out if I was right.  So we lost touch again.  Three years,  have gone by.  Yesterday,  I opened my email there and sweet as can be, there's a note from Sally.
She starts out saying "I know you probably wont get this but if some chance you do,,,,,,,"
I am so very excited to hear from her, I cant explain.  I sent her back an email with my address on it and my cell phone.  I sent another email, probably to big for yahoo mail with pictures, instructions, so on. 
I gotta say,  I needed something to come along and remind me of the good in this world  Sally Miller Is just that Reminder.  Peace Ya'll,  LeRoi