The windy city

Like Frank Sinatra sings, Chicago is my kind of town. Our life has changed tremendously over the past two months but I am excited to say, this weekend I have a girls weekend to attend. A girls weekend that I need now more than ever. I am headed to Chicago to be greeted by over 12 of my closest friends. They are coming from all over. Arizona, Michigan, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Illinois, and Cincinnati.

The pain is never too far away but I need to allow myself to have some fun with the girls. Chicago is my most favorite city and there are fabulous restaurants, tremendous amounts of shopping and remains a city that will always be close to my heart because I lived there right out of College. You both came down a few times while I lived there. I remember having a family BBQ at our apartment and Nicky and I had one problem. No grill and not enough silverware. We somehow managed it to work after we bought one of those little beach type grills and Dad stayed close by as he cooked chicken which ended up taking hours given the size of the grill. You liked Chicago until after I moved, the parking tickets continued to come in....I apologize for doing that. I know you ended up paying some of them.

As I go to bed tonight I feel tremendous sorrow that I cannot pick up the phone to call you but am feeling very lucky to have an upcoming weekend with my friends. I would like to honor this weekend to Chicago in your name. Let us spend the weekend like you both would and that is having fun.