In my short life, I’ve experienced a lot of death, both of major people in my own life and in my friends’ lives. I don’t know if this is a self-selecting group or odd coincidence. I met this girl not even a year ago, and we were instantly close. She lost her husband two years ago today—this is his story: sbnation.com/2015/9/23/9364951/the-reckoning [it’s long, but beautiful. and if you’re a football fan, you NEED to know about CTE and its long-term effects]
Last night, five of us gathered to celebrate him, how far she has come, and what a strong, powerful woman she is. We released notes up to heaven on balloons, and “In the dark, look for the stars,” became the night’s mantra.
We also talked about how important it is to celebrate what you do have, and particularly, this amazing group of girlfriends—all of whom wear two shoes, the high heel and the tennis shoe. dailyhap.com/articles/the-dichotomy-of-my-existence
I am so lucky, honored, and proud to know and love such awesome people.