Me: You know Saint Anthony?
Anthony: At your service.
Me: No, not you; I mean THE Saint Anthony!
Anthony: I suppose he’s a Catholic is he?
Me: Well duuuuh – yes.
Anthony: I’m not Catholic and I don’t….
Me: He’s the saint who is supposed to find lost things.
Anthony: That’s good, Jules.
Me: I can’t find your death certificate and I’ve looked everywhere.
Anthony: That’s no good, Jules.
Me: Anyway, if you happen to bump into a guy called Saint Anthony….
Anthony: At your service.
Me: Oh, forget it.
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Hope you find it soon, with or without help from Anthony.
Haha – yes! I need it for the bank account in order to get his name off (awful business!) Anyway, Susan, I am hoping people will not think that these imagined conversation are not an indication that I am going mad. It is quite a healing exercise but certainly not something I planned to do.
His is such a crack up
The ‘business’ must be very wearing but i hope that your conversations are giving you strength.
Definitely my chuckle for the day, thanks. Wishing you well.
Very funny and that sounds just like the Anthony you have described so well over the years 🙂 Hope you find the death certificate soon, but I’m sure you can order a copy (if you can’t find it).
HA! He’s a cracker and you’re a gem. xoxo
I am finding this so therapeutic!
It shows and it’s beautiful. xo
Delightful way to write about what you are going through. I know it must be so difficult, and I’m glad you are finding a therapeutic outlet!
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