So, it happened. One of my ex-boyfriends just died. His obit was in the New York times (Dr. Richard Newton, for those of you who want to know who I was dating 25 years ago....) and this means I'm going to start scanning the obituaries now. And I thought getting that AARP notice was bad.
Anyway, turning 50, scanning the obits, nephew getting married, daughters becoming teenagers and no longer thinking the sun rises and sets over me ..... It all makes me want to pull everyone in my whole life close to me, hug them hard, and tell them all how much I love them, how much richness they've given me. And this strange nonplace in the ether is, apparently, how we do it in the 21st century.
Here's my thought for today:
"When it's over I want to say all my life I was a bride married to amazement." Mary Oliver