I find obituaries shockingly fascinating. I mean, how can a person live an entire lifetime then be summed up in a 6 sentence paragraph on page 17, section B of the local newspaper? Fascinating, but sad. And even sadder when the departed only gets a sentence or two. Is that it? That's where we end up? Smooshed into a column with a Dave & Buster's two-fer advertisement glaring underneath? How terrible.
I dwell on this today because it's been one year exactly that my friend Shari passed. She left this world way too soon and left a barrage of friends stunned, sad, hurt, angry, and maybe finally believing. Shari being gone reminds me to believe in life, believe in family and friends, and believe that I will be remembered once I'm gone. I don't think I ever believed so strongly as I do today. Is it Shari working some sort of magic on me? Is it the fear of a 5 sentence life summary that makes me believe life must be lived before we die? I'm still not sure, but each day I think I get a little closer to knowing.
Shari probably deserved a whole newspaper to herself when she passed. She was complicated, graceful, loving, devoted, and beautiful. She was a woman who was loved by many and who will never be forgotten.
I thought of you today, S. I was wishing I could meet you at Bucca for some spaghetti and chatter. It's not the same without you here. And I hope that makes you smile up there.