Crossing The Border, Janfayedavis [readera ebook reader .txt] 📗

First he was my penpal, then he was my best friend, my true confidiant, and after talking on the phone for hours a day for 2 years,I will never forget the first phone call" hi Janet!, this is Ernie from Canada!"

My dear friend packed his van , his poodle, and came to the mid United States one Thanksgiving weekend and we were married in March 5 months later.

One morning we both relized he needed to go back to Cananda to be close to his dr. and get the proper health care he needed for his on going enphemezma, making he harder for him to breathe and cope with every day life. So we loaded up his three hundred shirts, his computer , and his dog, and left.

After taking our sweet travel time,enjoying the trip , feeling like a much wanted vacation, i quit my job, no more alarm clocks , no tired feet, sore hands, i was going on vacation!
We got to border on a saturday morning, seeing the cars in line, and going through , and different terminals to swing into for approval, we are nervous because of course im not canadian, who knows what will happen.
Well the one we got in guard uniform, ask for both identification so of course since we had a packed van, the red flags started waving , the jerk ask us to park and come inside. He looked like a mad jerk that didnt get his donut. So we went inside, and brought the dog . you never know how long these things take. In about ten minutes of questions , that had us all stampered and upset, he stamped a big black DENY on a paper and gave it back to me, told my husband I couldnt go with him.. So i set down on a bench and just cried, but no one gave a damn! Except for Ernie of course, he said he would take me to the coffee shop down the road and then go back through without me, barrow another ride from family and come back to get me. Dang what a long day this is going to be! So he dropped me off at tim hortons, for the next six hours i drank coffee and i had a book to read, untill they ask me if they were going to have to charge me rent, then i went outside in the cold. AN hour later, he rolls in the parking lot in a red van, and i am so ready to get in and try this again. So with my paper with the word deny stuffed in my pocket we go to another terminal at the gate. Ernie say Eh, we are just going back home from shopping, and the guard waved us on through..what idiots!
Now that i was in Canada, i was going to take care of him, be with him as long as god give us, which was 10 months. We rented a shoebox size apartment, had our tim horton coffee every day, spent time with family, we had our time God wanted us to have. We went to the beach in the summer time, had tators and brown gravy with cheese ,, never heard of that before but you couldnt get kethcup with your tators in canada.

Well God called my Ernie to cross the border to heaven, sealed of approval im sure..

Publication Date: 11-08-2009

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