Life is so sweet. There is so much to do and, it seems, so little time. As I age, time slips by so quickly; it’s almost frightening. Will I ever get to do the things I want to do before I die? Will I see my grandchildren and watch them grow?
Not everyone we meet will remain in our lives. Some people come into our lives for a short time to show us a different perspective, to show us kindness and to remind us who we want to be. And, to bring out the song in our hearts.
It was like being in boot camp for old rockers, trying to keep up with her. And just like Penny Lane in the movie, Al seemed to know her way around the place.
My friend. My inspiration. May we have many more ‘ordinary moments’.
Leaving, I felt the awesome power of joy and love that defined his life – with none of the transitory, smoky mirrors of “stardom.” Suddenly, the gift he was giving us hit home: all things must pass; but, we’re still here. If there’s any good we can do, let it be now. Keep the music going!
First we will feel and make room for grief, knowing that in love’s time we will go forward, greater than we were, better for having known another.
When I would visit her when she lived in Ottawa, she would take me to parties – parties in restaurants. I felt like a celebrity, because for me it was only celebrities that partied in restaurants. The people at these parties were different too. They had foreign-sounding names and talked with accents – German and British.
Not everyone is lucky enough to hold on to the relationships they held so dear in elementary school. Due to their families moving or simply growing apart from younger social circles, you make new friends and forget the old ones. I, fortunately, have held onto the friendship that I have considered sacred since I was 7 years old.
It’s been 20 years since I’ve heard her laugh, dried the dishes while she washed and enjoyed her company over cookies and coffee. Only one cookie allowed per cup, by the way. That was our rule.
Growing up, all my friends were of the opposite sex. Many of the girls I knew growing up, especially in my formative years, weren’t the nicest people. I was bullied profusely by my fellow girls. Therefore, I stayed away from most of them.