Back Home Again in Indiana
I forget where I saw the 8 Minute Memoir, but it seemed like a good writing exercise so I figured I’d jump on board. I’m incredibly behind and have no idea when/if I’ll finish it. Such suspense!
Of all the things we lost in the tornado, there’s only one thing I’m still sad about – my autographed picture of me and Keith Urban.
I was lucky enough to meet him twice (he played a song at my request nbd), and I was luckier enough to have a husband willing to work the system to get the photographic evidence of one of those meetings autographed just to surprise me. He had one guy Photoshop it to crop everyone but us and Keith Urban out, and then he had the morning show take it with them to St. Jude to get it signed. The morning show said he was so nervous when he signed it which I like to think was because he intuitively knew that I was a fan before most people even knew who he was, but was actually probably because he was worried some psycho was going to start stalking him. Regardless, I had a personalized autographed picture of me and Keith Urban that I treasured for 2 years before it was blown away to who knows where.
Jesse turned what was left of our apartment upside down looking for that thing, I trolled the tornado lost and found Facebook page, but we never did find it. I do, however, have a copy of the original unsigned picture on my computer which I’ve been told means I should send it to him with a request to make it a replacement. And I’ve thought about it several times, but for some reason I never do it. I think part of it is I don’t want to be the girl playing the tornado card, especially now that it’s almost 7 years later. But the more I sit here and write this, the more I think maybe I should actually do it. If nothing else, he might just sign it in the hopes that it won’t have to come down to a restraining order.
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