Wild One...

It's been a very wild ride and I'm dancing as fast as I can.  In the past week or so, I have celebrated my son's birthday, my Granny's funeral, a friend's baby shower, and Father's Day.  What a mixed bag of laughing and crying.  Emotional fruit salad of sorts.  And marveling at the wonders of life. I caught up with almost everyone I am related to and the pre party at my sisters restaurant easily covered all my up north friends.

Gramma passed peacefully after making sure that we knew who she wanted as pallbearers and what she would like to eternally wear.  After that, she just went to sleep.  98 years old with no aches and pains and never having had a surgery.  The day she left us co-incidentally was on the birthday of her daughter-my Auntie Shirley, prompting more life connection theories.  Leave it to Gramma to make sure none of us ever forgot her day of passing.  I did a reading of a blog from 2012 that I wrote in honor of her 96th birthday to make sure everyone knew my details on her life.  It was a day filled with humor and dignity, much like she lived her life.

R.I.P. Granny, be happy, get Grampa whipped into shape and enjoy those Tiger games.

Hanky Panky...

On Saturday I attended a barbecue birthday party feting a friend who turned 60.  In a past post I commented on the speedy passage of time and not to beleaguer a point, but here it goes again.  There was a time when I thought 60 years old was one foot in the grave.  I supposed that you had done all your living by then, and if you hadn't-you best get busy.  I am embarrassed to say this next part.  When I was about 30, I had a dear friend pass due to breast cancer.  She had just turned 50.  I loved her and was very, very sad.  At the time, I took comfort in the fact that at least she had had a full life.  Incredulously now, I re-mourn her, as I realize how very quickly her life was cut short.  It's all a matter of perspective.  And real life experience as I know that personally, I am nowhere near done living.  And she wasn't either.  Terminal cancer is so brutal that I think it makes you just want to go to sleep for relief of pain.  As I shake my head at my ignorance, I promise to learn and consider my perspective with a little more care.

On another, totally unrelated thought-my son recommended a documentary that I watched with great interest.  It is called 'Catfish' and is a true story about a Michigan woman who dupes a photographer and 2 filmmakers thru facebook.   It is an engaging, tale that includes an art angle as well as a love story.  As it is captured on film, you start to realize, with a certain janky feeling that this is NOT going to end well.  Ah yes, the joys of facebook and blind trust.  And totally exposing yourself with utter unchecked vulnerability.  Check it out and let me know what you think.

Till next week, enjoy the gorgeous weather my dolls.  xo

Holding out for a Hero..

I recently overheard someone speaking of a person who was his hero.  Dipping into that conversation had me wondering about hero's and hero status.  Do I have a hero? 

 I have many people that I admire, but a hero?   I'm not sure.  Hero..Champion..Exemplary person.  I still don't know.. I admire my Grandparents and parents for well, just doing what they do.  I could and can always count on them.  The doctor who finally diagnosed my blood disorder was important to me, but maybe he just read my blood work carefully.  I don't think that counts, tho.  People who have suffered and endured serious illnesses are a kind of hero, I guess, or maybe they are just very brave.  Sports figures?  Nah, they are just really good athletes.  I have a couple of favorite teachers, but maybe they were just doing their jobs well and keeping me amused was just a bonus.  Jesus Christ certainly fits the bill with all areas of suffering, love and sacrifice covered.  Mary, his mother, has always been my favorite to pray to for her unflagging faith.  But still, that's not really what I'm looking for. 

There have been many songs written about hero's and still I cannot immediately call one to mind that fits the bill.  This is a puzzlement to me because I would like to have someone qualify for this role.  To not be able to put my finger on a hero seems complacent of me.  Still, I'm stuck.  Help me out on this one, dear readers.  Tell me if you have a hero and what qualifies this for you.  With your input, maybe I can get wrapped around this idea.  P.S. are faithful readers, you DO qualify in my book as people who have blessed me with support and humor.  And you know how much that means to me. xoxo