Reality bumped into me today. I was striding ahead, looking nowhere in particular and everywhere at once, head full of projects on the go and ideas to pursue. "Look around, Yvette," it said, as it crashed into me. "This is the real world, and things happen."
We lost a loved one today. Since I heard the news around noon, I've been remembering Alannah, who left us so unexpectedly and so soon. Alannah was the family historian. She collected family stories, photos, biographies, important dates, and painstakingly organized them for all to access. We counted on her to remind us of birthdays and anniversaries, hellos and good-byes, and everything in between. She dedicated herself to her family. When I think of the potential of marriage, I think of her and Ross.
Recalling all the good times around their table, our table, and tables here and there, I remember silky chocolate cheesecake, pure white meringues, continuous conversation, interesting questions, challenging ideas, exciting plans, the simple joy of being together.
True, saying good-bye is a part of life at any age. As we grow older, however, the likelihood increases, and I am so much more aware of the fragility of life. One of the challenges of aging is saying good-bye to people you love, and adjusting to the void their absence will leave in your life.
I can't imagine what her absence will mean to her family. I know we will really miss her.