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.
If there’s anything that could make me more homesick for Denver than the amazing two weeks I just spent there, I don’t want to know what it is. The past two weeks of my life were awesome. I had a great show, my display at the restaurant was extended, I got to see a number of friends I miss…a girl couldn’t ask for much more. Except a steady paying job