This is a 2 part post. It's a tough one for me to write, so if you would rather push on- no harm no foul. It's been quite a while since I last wrote, but I didn't know how or what to write. First of all, thank you to all of you who have been praying for team Shirley. It truly means a lot. As most of you know, Mrs. Shirley passed away last Sunday. It still really doesn't seem real, but I don't want to focus on that part of it. I would like to focus on how Mrs. Shirley was a blessing in my life (and I only had the privilege of knowing her for 10 short years). I met Shirlz sophomore year of high school. I felt like I had known her longer though because her lil princess of a daughter is her exact replica. In my humble opinion. Shirlz was a very important part of the formation of the Charleston Chicks. (Charleston Chicks is our friend group from Wando). Shirlz was always on her A game when we would come over. Snacks, laughter and good talks. She made you feel like one of the family as soon as you set foot in her house. Always had a ginormous jar of candy on the kitchen so I always voted to go to Beth's house. We would stay up so late filming these ding a ling home movies, hilariously laughing. Shirlz would pop her head in just to check on us. Side note- Shirlz had the most beautiful skin that I have ever seen. Something that her and Beth did for us every year was host the annual Charleston Chicks Christmas dinner. This ain't no back home affair people. Shirlz went ALL out. You knew you were going to enter a themed dinner and leave with a prize... My kind of party. Need a visual?
Yesterday. Most scariest, embarrassing, painful, and traumatizing moment ever. (Sharon if you read this- do not cry.) (I'm laughing now). Yesterday I got invited to go over to the famous Goat Island to hang with Beth's family (even though Beth was chilling with her fiance in the concrete jungle). Naturally I felt cool and went anyways. Uncle Calvin comes across and picks me up. Sadly I had tried to arrange a lil jaunt across with 4 cute fisher boys, but Wo Wo wasn't picking up what I was putting down (wink wink). I make my arrival. Perfect timing because it was time to go up and have some delicious food. As always. Calvin literally had just told me how the dock had shifted on him a while back and he had almost gone in. Hello? Why did I think nothing of it. I grab the wheat thins to lighten Calvin's load. Then I jump ahead of the g ma (I was trying to make a quick trip) I literally took a 1/2 step from the pier head to the walk way. Hit the edge of a rotten piece and down goes Sass. I don't even know what happened. All I know is that when I closed my eyes I was on the dock. When I opened them again, I was splattered in the mud. 10ft down and surrounded by oysters. And in a lil bit of pain. Wheat thins still in hand. Need a visual?
Love ya long time,
SRS (the gimp)