goodbye, rue

one of my favorite memories of time with my father was when we would watch the golden girls together. my mom would just watch in amazement as the two of us would consistently laugh out loud at the antics of blanche and her cohorts. when my father passed away, at only 53, i was wrecked. even now, 10 years later, there is still a hole in my heart. i think that is why each time one of the fabulous golden girls passes away i feel an especially strong sense of grief. it brings up memories of my daddy all over again. but the remarkable thing is, i cry, i grieve, and then, in time, i return to the golden girls and suddenly i am transported back in time. once again, i can laugh until i cry and remember why my father and i fell in love with all of them in the first place. so, i will take comfort in knowing that sweet rue is in a better place with my father and that three golden girls are making my daddy laugh all over again. goodbye, rue. sleep with the angels.