He is my Jerry, I’m his Elaine. We do art, music, parties, hotspots, restaurants… you name it, the last few years have created many a memory. And whether I was dancing, crying, lonely, happy, bored or scared shitless in my recliner wondering if they got all the cancer cells off my leg…he was there. Jerry is advancing in his career and moving just an hour away, but it feels much further. My heart delights for him. He has worked very, very diligently and dedicated himself 100% and is deserving of the new role. 

But a tiny bit of me aches today knowing we spent our last night as Jerry and Elaine together. Few are the people who come around and are the rocks–the ones that just are always there whether it’s day or night. He’s steady and always brings the practical side to my whimsy. It’s just a friendship that has an uncanny balance full of laughs and amusement. Well, we amuse ourselves. That’s all that matters. 

So here’s to Jerry for always being there when I needed him. And hopefully Elaine has done her part and reciprocated. No need to get a tissue out. Love to Jerry and congrats as you adult so well my brother!