A Quick Reunion…

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Alan and me in the pool-house showing some love…

I grew up in Santa Clara, California and haven’t been back since 1996, when my grandpa died. It’s now 2017 and I live in eastern North Carolina and have for 21 years.

A high school friend of mine had been staying in Greenville, South Carolina for the last several years, and every time we tried to connect, something else came up.

My friend, Alan, is in the process of moving from Greenville up to Bellingham, Washington, and made plans to stop here Monday afternoon, stay over, spend yesterday here, then head out this morning, but hit a glitch and didn’t get on the road until yesterday afternoon.

He arrived at the house last night just before ten o’clock. We fixed him a lime twisted gin and tonic and fed him and talked until the wee hours of the morning. We ended up falling into bed (he in the guest room and the hubs and I in our room, just to be clear) and rolled out of bed after ten this morning.

After several cups of coffee (nectar of the gods, we both referred to it as, because old habits die hard) my husband started the grill and we feasted on Salmon Kyoto, asparagus and jasmine rice for brunch.

Alan had a few things to pick up, so I drove us to the local store and the entire time, neither of us could shut up! From ten last night, until his departure shortly before five this evening, we reminisced about our childhoods and caught up over several decades.

That said? Simply talking about our childhood in the ‘burbs of the Silicon Valley brought back a LOT of forgotten memories. It is like having an opportunity to re-live your childhood with someone that shared that experience with you on the opposite coast from where we grew up! My husband was born and raised here and runs into childhood friends regularly, and he “has” that. I don’t. Having Alan here today, and my girl Vicky here last November was like revisiting my childhood once more, and honestly? It feels really good to get back in touch with one’s ‘local’ roots, even if you are a whole country away from where you grew up!

The sad part, to me, is when they leave. 😕 While I am always happy to see my childhood friends? It’s like the memories that they dredged up with me leave when they do, and I’m left as the lone Valley Girl in the South.

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Just being us after too many years! ❤️

When it was time for him to head out? My heart broke the littlest bit, because there went another link to a really happy childhood. I felt the same way when Vicky rolled out last year.

All of that being said, I just got notification of a multi-class reunion to be held at Central Park in Santa Clara in September of 2018, so you know I will be saving pennies to get us out there!

Until next time…

Ode to a Friend…

This is so true...

This is so true…

This post is sad.

You’ve been appropriately warned.

When someone you consider family passes away, many thoughts and memories have a tendency to fill your mind, whether you want them to or not.

A friend and work family member passed this evening and I felt the need to write.

When I interviewed for my job at the hospital, She Who Shall Not Be Named introduced me to this person and I apparently passed muster. This was kind of a long standing joke while she was working at the hospital.

Once I started my job, I playfully joked around with this individual, and She Who Shall Not Be Named always used to say, “Don’t complain if you play with the puppy and find that you’ve been licked in the face.” I used to laugh at this, because no WAY was this person going to lick me in the face. Like, ever! (Oh, how wrong I was, LOL…)

He asked me to help him design a logo for his business (he was a DJ and did weddings, and the local Center Street Jam, playing tunes before the shag bands took the stage. He was pretty terrific, and I put together what ended up to be my favorite and most recognizable logo (locally) for him. (He was big time into shag music, which is a local thing; Google it if you’re not familiar.)

Time passed, and I married one of the maintenance guys in December of 2003. Our friend DJ’d our wedding, and also helped cook our yummy feast. I can’t believe that was almost 11 years ago, but it was.

Our friend was very active in our local ACS Relay for Life (the hospital team) and has/had this amazing quilt hanging in his office with all the themes from our team t-shirts.

Time passed some more, as it always does, and She Who Shall Not Be Named left the organization, and I got my new (and current) boss. So one day I was playing around with our friend and told him about playing with the puppy and damed if he didn’t lick me in the face. I turned so many shades of red that I don’t think Crayola would have been able to name enough crayons.

That’s not to say we didn’t have our disagreements. This guy and I had a major falling out a few years back, but we patched things up, just like regular family does.

He got sick a few months ago. He wasn’t looking so good. He had seen several doctors, but nobody could really put their finger on the problem. Then they thought it was his gallbladder.

Four weeks ago (while we were about to upgrade our server) he came into my office, like he often did, sat down and said it was nice to be there because it was quiet. He’d been resting in that seat off and on for a couple of weeks. We’d visit, and gossip, and joke around. We talked about what was going on with his health. A few of us suggested that he go to our emergency department because his doctor wouldn’t do gallbladder surgery because of his heart health, but it was going to be a long drawn out process to get him to the cardio-guy for the appropriate tests. Later, that last day that he sat in the relative quiet of my office before the server guy from Chicago came in to upgrade the hardware, he did go to the ED and was admitted and on the second floor. By the end of the week he was in ICU.

He passed just a couple hours ago, and there are a whole lot of people that are grieving right now. Myself, and my team at work, included. I called She Who Shall Not Be Named and we are all in the same place.

For us, those that worked with him? This is a suckfest of epic proportions. Our hearts are broken. Thank the powers that be that we have each other to lean on in the morning. I’m also thankful that the Hubs also worked with us, up until 5 years ago, and knows everyone affected and is appropriately sad.

Go in peace, my friend. You’re going to be missed by so many, and so many of us loved you, but we know you’re in a better place.

This one is for you, SD!

 

Until next time…

 

 

Weekly Wrap Up – May 19

Totally weird that this year is flying by!

I am assuming you all have pretty much figured out by now that this has been kind of a rough week, right?

I lost a friend (cancer is a bitch), but also learned, in this process, who my friends and loved ones really are, and what is important.

It’s funny how we can take a lot for granted, without even realizing that we are doing it.

This will be a fairly short post, but even so, there are a few points I would like to make:

Tell the people that you love that you love them. I know, I know…It sounds elementary, but you would be surprised at how many people don’t really say how they feel.  That said? I have made it a point to tell MANY people how I feel about them this week. You never know what might happen tomorrow I don’t know about y’all, but if I were to slip out of here without people knowing that I love them? Wow…that would suck…  Hence a status on my Facebook today:  “It is sooooo much better to keep your mouth shut and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt. *facepalm*” and then, “That said….I will more than likely go to my grave a fool, but at least y’all will know where ya stand with me, lol…”  If I scare you, sorry. If I love ya? You absolutely WILL know it. (Holy crap…you can be scared and loved at the same time, hahahaha….)

As an aside? I have also learned that life is too damned short to hold grudges, to be mad, to harbor a grudge…Now, I used to be one that would carry a grudge to the grave with me, but I have watched enough people leave this earth to know that it just isn’t worth it.  You want to be petty? Do it on your time. Leave me out of it. I’ll cut you loose so fast it’ll make your head spin. Honestly. I’m too busy, too stressed, and to consumed with that which is good to be bothered with a bunch of petty negativity. 🙂

I have had the privilege to learn a good bit about many of the people around me this week, and I think that makes me a better person. It feels good to be appreciated, loved, embraced.

I have also renewed old friendships, sparked new ones, discovered new passions, and please know…I’m running with all of it.  Live out loud, baby…

Sherrill told me to, so you know I have to do it. 😉

And if (and yes, it IS a legit request) anyone knows where I might be able to find up to a dozen hot cabana boys? Email me. 😉  XXX…errr…xoxoxo…Probably need to throw those O’s in there. 🙂  As it were, I mean… *cringe*