My mind still plays tricks on me when I pick up my cell phone to call you. Like a lot of your friends Polly, I can't seem to bring myself to erase your name and number from my phone. So many calls we've made to one another for advice. So many texts to meet each other out somewhere. I dug my old phone out af a box the other day and found a text on there from you that wanted me to come down to see you at one of your comeday improv shows in L.A.(which I did) and you were amazing as usual. The star of the show as you stole the most applause from the audience when the MC introduced you. In some odd way, reading your text made it seem like you were still down in L.A. doing your thing. I know you must be watching over us. I can feel you when I have these overwhelming Polly moments. A leaf will blow when there isn't a breeze, a feeling of your presence when I'm out on a hike, a memory that makes me smile or laugh to myself. I wanted to write just to say I was thinking about you.
I wanted to write to say I was thinking about all of your friends, (even the ones I've never met) and wondering how they were all doing. I wanted to say I think about Heidi, Chris, Steph, the unborn baby, Mary Beth and Lew, Lindsay, April and Frank every night when I pray. This bond we all have because of you.
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Kari, it's so true what you say - I see Polly's number all the time in my phone and my heart always skips a beat as I scroll past it. I remember the first time I had built up the courage to call her number - it was probably a month or two after her death and I was hoping to get her voicemail, terrified of my own emotions but also needing to hear her voice. Unfortunately I had waited too long and her message was no longer there. Needless to say I was very disappointed but even still, her name and number will never leave my contacts.
I know this thread is old, but I wanted to chime in and say that I've kept Polly's number, too. I won't throw away my old phone because it has the funniest text from her. In it, she complains that her agent just told her she thought she could play middle eastern!
I miss Polly so much. I've just had the loveliest afternoon- reading this blog and the obit guestbook, relishing all the contributed pix and videos of her, and crying with love, laughter, and sadness.
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