One the hardest parts of moving was saying goodbye to an old friend-- Buford.
True, we only moved 15 minutes away, but alas, it was too great a distance for Buford.
We bought Buford in 2007 when I was pregnant with Tobin. I had the worst heartburn and was thrilled to have a HUGE, comfortable chair that, when reclined, was practically a bed. It didn't take long for Buford to become "my chair".
Buford was where I would nurse new babies, take naps, read, watch tv, do homework-- pretty much anything that can be done in a seated position.
Because he was "used" so well-- he began to age quickly. Lance and I began to have regular conversations about getting rid of him. I managed to put Lance off for years-- he was ready to kick Buford out of the house long ago. But as of the past year, it took herculean effort to "un-recline" Buford. He was impossibly broken.
And so, we said goodbye. He was a great chair. He is already sorely missed (by me-- not Lance). Farewell old friend. I am sure that you are making someone else very comfortable.
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