Just in case there’s not a truth for Leap Day, I guess it’s a good thing I missed yesterday.
I missed yesterday because I made a flying trip to my hometown for Lisa’s funeral.
It was hard. I grew up with a number of elderly relatives and family friends and accustomed to going to funerals and know what to expect and how to behave myself, and I knew what was expected of me this time too, and I did it.
But this was different. I grew up with Lisa and her sisters, Elaine and Cami. We were children together. We were always together. We were contemporaries.
It was perhaps not sudden to everybody, but it was a shock to my system.
I had to go out to Elaine’s for something, and it never ceases to amaze that no matter how long it’s been since we’ve seen each other, we just start talking, and there it is, just like we were in different rooms for a few minutes.
People (and by people, I mean me) need to hold on to each other better.
Here is the truth I missed yesterday:
The years wrinkle our skin, but lack of enthusiasm wrinkles our soul. – Socrates
I like this one. I prefer it when people are either all the way in or all the way out. My sister-in-law, Marcy, says she’s going to have her tombstone read, “Go big or go home.” I might get mine to match hers.