This is my godmother, Jane. She's not my godmother by birth terms, or anything like that. I deemed her and her husband, Randy, my godparents, probably like seven years ago. They're my fam.
Let me tell you about this woman. She's one of the greatest people in the world. She can host a party of twenty plus people in her house while standing over her stove cooking spaghetti, with a vodka tonic in one hand, slotted spoon in the other, and a cigarette dangling out of her lips. "Katie, come in here and eat some of this!" she yells with her raspy Elaine Stritch meets Kate Hepburn voice. Of course to me, it just sounds like heaven.
Over a year ago, Jane lost her husband, Randy. Life, of course, has not been the same without this beautiful man. He had a heart of gold, and a love for his 'Janie' that burned brighter than the furthest star. He was, without a doubt, and will always be, her soul mate. But it hasn't been easy. And I just wish so much that I could be closer to her because I really love her.
I LOVE YOU JANE!
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