I have to admit that I used to believe that I didn’t have a lot of experience with death. I’ve had family members pass away in my lifetime, sure. I attended both my maternal grandmother (I was 9) and great-grandmother’s (I was 27) funerals. A maternal cousin passed away early this year at age 35. My paternal grandmother passed away when I was 28 or 29, we’re not exactly sure
Six summers ago, I was coming home from picking Alissa up from summer camp when we got into a car accident. As the insurance statistics tell the story, we were just a few blocks from home, stopped at a stoplight. The light turned green, we all started to go when a car a few ahead of me suddenly slammed on its brakes. In turn, we all slammed on our brakes.
When I originally wrote this onto my 101 list, I was thinking how much I wanted to see the Sox at Fenway with my dad. It’s been something I’ve wanted to do since I was a little girl, watching Sox games together whenever they were on. That is still very much something I would like to do (Ideally, it would be a Sox-Yankees game, but…pipedreams, people.). But, this adventure was