Life rolls on day in and day out with, for the most part...not much that is Earth shattering, mind blowing etc. Not that I take each day for granted...I definitely don't. I try to take it all in, appreciate my experiences and that is partly the reason I started blogging. So...when something major or tragic does happen...I find it takes me a few days, weeks, or months (depending on my relationship to the situation) to bounce back or recover from it. It just throws off my mood a little bit and has my mind in over drive. I am always thinking, analyzing things like crazy anyway...but more so when an event happens. All that being said...I got a call on Friday from an old friend that her dad had passed away unexpectedly. I was at a work training and had to listen to the message a couple of times to make sure I had heard correctly. I just went numb. I had just talked to this friend on Tuesday and she has plans to come visit out here in less than a week. We were so excited on the phone as we nailed down the dates she would visit and all the cool things we will do and how much time we will spend just laughing our asses off!! She has just graduated from massage therapy school and her life was on the up and up. No she is forced to face the unbearable loss of losing a parent long before you are ready to say good bye. Her dad was only 48. 48. So very, very young. I was able to talk to her briefly and hearing a friend so fragile and sad just breaks my heart. There were truly no words I could come close to saying that would express my sorrow for her and her family. I decided that in times like these...the best thing you can do is listen. Be the friend she can talk to, cry with, laugh with, scream with etc. I immediately contacted some of our mutual friends to let them know. It is amazing that no matter how much time passes or how infrequently you talk...your childhood friends will always be the people you turn to in times like these. We were a tight little crew growing up and unfortunately some have also been in this same position. 3 of my girlfriends have lost their parents already and I knew if anyone would have an inkling of the emotions or needs of my friend...they would. I admire these ladies so much bc I can't even imagine the strength it takes to deal with losing a parent at a relatively young age.
Life is a fragile, fragile thing. I don't think anyone ever doubts this....but maybe sometimes it isn't on the front burner.
I woke up today and my beach cruiser had been stolen. It was a beauty and a gift from my wonderful Gran. $300 and I only got to ride it for about 3 months. Of course I was annoyed, of course I was pissed, and of course it makes me a little sad. But at the end of the day...it is just a bike. It's all relative. Won't ruin my day. And off to the dog park Roxie and I will go....
Happy Sunday. Definitely becoming my favorite day of the week out here...
*Picture: Tamara and I at my 26th birthday.
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