So I go on these rants that usually end with me saying, “some people’s kids!” Yeah, these rants go on and on and I really think I have something to say and I want everyone to listen and go, “wow that was really deep!” …Uh huh, we all know deep what! Anyway, it never fails that after every rant, the love of my life says, “you really need to blog” and I say, “yeah, yeah, yeah…” So what did he do? For Christmas he gave me a blog! Not jewelry, not an iron, a blog. What the heck, I can’t even exchange it! And of course anyone who knows about it has been checking and asking me why there’s nothing there. Well…there’s nothing there because I don’t have a clue what to write!

I’ve always had this thing that I don’t see why anyone would want to read what I have to say. Don’t get me wrong…I have always wanted to write…and have people read it…and truth be told, love it. It’s a problem: want to write, don’t think anyone would want to read, afraid I’d suck. Generally makes for an unfulfilled path.

“What do I want to write?” you dare ask. Therein lies yet another problem. I DON’T KNOW!!!

…NOTHING!…

…everything…

Politics, kids, state of the world, music, life. Those who know me will tell you I have an opinion about everything and not a moment’s hesitation in sharing that opinion. Every day I see something that blows my mind, good or bad. I guess it’s the world, it is so full of stuff. Of course some days are more full than others. Like day before yesterday…I found out that someone I went to high school with…is dying. I haven’t really seen her since then but this is someone I have always remembered fondly. Someone I saw as kind, funny, and brave.

I went to “catholic girl” school. Yes, the fantasy: very short plaid skirt, knee highs, and saddle shoes! Graduation was 1973, so yeah, I’m getting up there but it’s not time for hospice and dying. I feel so sad. I didn’t really intend for my first blog to be a downer but this has been under my skin and I can’t seem to stop it from oozing out. I considered this kind, funny, brave woman a friend. Our graduating class was only 50 strong and I guess I considered most of those women, friends. It was a time that seemed full of promise for young women and I thought we would set the world on fire.

Here we are 35 years later saying goodbye to someone who should be reveling in her wisdom. Taking a moment to enjoy her friends and family. Simplifying her life. Not watching it slip away. Isn’t 50 the new 40? It’s not time for drawn out death and “being surrounded by friends.” And yet here we are. So I guess I will raise a glass to my high school friend, release my feelings of sadness and love into the universe, and…continue to remember her fondly.

Some People’s Kids: Kind. Funny. Brave. Not such a bad legacy…

Some People’s Kids: Unbelievable!