Had dinner last night with MB and it was, quite simply, wonderful.

We watched a little of the OU-Kansas State game on television while we shared the meal and talked.

Both of us feel deeply the loss of our relationship and both of us still love the other deeply.

Despite all, it was so easy to be with her, so comfortable and comforting.

She’s doing very well in Memphis and has a fabulous new job, new house, new church home, new friends and new life. She is undoubtedly doing exactly what she should be doing, blossoming in a garden of her own making. I could not be more happy for her.

I believe we both instantly felt that the connection between us still exists and that we will always be in each other’s life in a significant way.

She’s staying with my best friends, the Oz and his bride. That’s perfect.

Today, she’ll pick up the last bit of stuff she had stored here in OKC and take it back home to Memphis to her new and larger home. It’s a little bit of a sad chore, I think. MB has many many many people here in town that love her to death. Her work as an artist will be sorely missed by all of us and by her gallery, JRB, where Joy was a big supporter.

A random tangent: MB’s father was my hero. Over a period of several years, I never heard him tell a lie or say a bad thing about another human being. He was clearly a loving father who earned the lifetime respect and love of all four of his children and several grandchildren. He was a simple Presbyterian minister, but a giant in my mind and an inspiration.