Wasting away again in Margaritaville...

She was my friend, my co worker, my babysitter, my confidant, my replacement mom...and now she's gone. Though my mind was prepared, my heart still hurts.

She was the Statler to my Waldorf.


I'll miss my Vikki.

 

As I remember Vikki, I will think of the last time I saw her and she simply asked, "Is there anything you want me to tell your mom?" (I held back the tears)