B and I had an early dinner of frozen pizza and pre-packaged Caesar salad. Just the two of us because the kid-let is stocking shelves at her temp summer job. Anyone who has eaten this fare knows the taste is … hmmm? Well the taste is not the bomb diggity. Nope. Not even close. Mediocre at best.
Me: Yummy. Mhmmmm. This is SO good!!
Me: This meal.
B: Really? You’re still a cheap date. Lol.
Me: Yes really. And I’m frugal not cheap. Lol.
Me continued: I don’t know why but this pizza and salad never tasted soooo good before now.
Then it hit me. Hard. Like a slap in the face. I started silently crying. Emotionally overcome. There have been too many deaths these past few weeks.
My sweet friend who wanted nothing more than to LIVE juxtaposed against Kate Spade and Andrew Bourdain who died by suicide. I do not judge. I have no idea what they were going through. I cannot understand why but I can empathize. I am sadden for their families. Their fame brings them to the headlines. Awareness is created and we learn lessons.
Then I thought about my neighbor growing up Mrs. Moore. I remember Harold my childhood friend’s father and Joanne a girl who taught gymnastics at the public school I would have gone to had I not attended SGH. Then there is Cynthia Marie who went to grade school with my brother. Plus there are countless of others who are also not famous. What about them and their families?
Perhaps it is easier to grieve outside of the limelight. I hope I never have to find out. She is better. I can believe she will make it. I have hope. I hope for her and hope for anyone who is struggling right now. May peace be with all of you.
And dammit I am going to enjoy my frozen pizza. I am still moaning over the taste. Mhmmm, mhmmmm, delish!
Life is short. Life is precious. And maybe frozen pizza is the bomb diggity after all. That and time spent with B.