She was her own woman. I'm sure it would have been easy to leave, and hang with all of her old friends, but she so wasn't a follower. She walked to her own drum.
It's not to say that people were followers for leaving, but I had a feeling during that time there their were a few ladies that wanted to stay, but didn't want to rock the boat. I could be wrong.
I remember the comment about her slitting in the rocking chair waiting. I now know why she came back that day.
I admit that when everyone cleared out that is when I felt comfortable coming out of hiding. I remember saying something to that affect years later and she said she liked me right away. I never told her how happy that made me.
The second thing that I loved about her was she was able to say things that I was thinking, but would never say. At 37, I know myself pretty well, and I know that I don't always come out and say what I'm really thinking because I don't want to hurt the person's feelings.
One reason I think she did speak her mind, like somebody said, was because she didn't have time for the bs and p**** footing around. I respected that so much, and would shake my head *yes* on countless occasions when she was saying what I was thinking in 5 words or less, and I'm sure I would have tried to wrap my answer in a pretty bow.
I loved that there weren't many of us black chicks on the board, and I could post about some random black "cultured" fact and wouldn't need to give the back story.
I love that when I broke up with the fella, she patted my virtual hand, and gave me encouragement that I was too good for him and my "real" fella was coming.
I loved that her stories are like fine wine, they only get better with age.
There are more, but in my old age I sure have gotten wordy.:)
