Pollyanna falters

There are times in your life where you know you are getting older.  You can't escape the passing of time and while you may not feel your age you get reminders.  No, I'm not bipolar since my birthday post was up just a few days ago.  I'm sitting at my desk looking at two sympathy cards that I'm about to send.  My cousin passed two weeks ago and a friend died last week from a stroke.  While my cousin was younger than I, my friend was about the same age as my parents.  She and her husband were my rock while I lived by myself in Nebraska.  I knew I could call on them if I should ever need help.  No, they weren't replacements for my folks, just friends.  Good people I could hang out with when or if I was feeling lonely.

My ultimate sadness comes not from her passing but the guilt I feel for not keeping in touch with them after I moved.  Yet, a couple days before she died, she was asking my mom about me and how was I doing.  In the strangest of coincidences, she, her husband and another couple I knew (from the lake in Nebraska) were golfing in front of my parents in Texas.  They were not down there together, just happened.  So, my parents were witness to her first stroke on the golf course.  They were able to visit before they had to fly out for my cousin's funeral last weekend.

I guess the moral of the story is... Remember to tell the people who have made a difference in your life that you appreciate them.  I know I'm not ready to say goodbye yet.

Sorry for the downer, just had to get this out before moving on, thanks.