Beautiful Day...

After three days of alternating heat and ice packs, I was finally able to sleep. Upon waking and stretching, I realized things are down to a dull roar. Still twinge-y and a little sore but I could move without wanting to cry.

I was able to shower and sit outside, feed Lukas and put the dirty laundry in the machine before using another ice pack. Outside, the sun was shining and there was a breeze. I stayed on my phone so the neighbors would not bother me if any should walk by. It was peaceful. Even the resident barkers took a brief break today.

For an instant, eyes closed as the sun warmed my face, I pictured my most recently deceased friend. She was healthy and her eyes were glowing with just a trace of laughter in them. Tomorrow, her oldest and dearest will gather in the area she grew up in for the final celebration of her life. I wish I could be there.

 As part of the group that met to remember her here in December, I was not amongst friends of longstanding, having met her in 2006. What is interesting to me is how easily our friendship could have fallen by the wayside as many do when someone moves. Instead, it outlasted others and saw us both through tremendous change, the last being her death at sixty-five.

Should I mark my sixtieth birthday in 2019, I will have survived to an age none of my parents did. Apart from my disability, this and other losses are a large part of why I now simply take each day as it comes. Having surrendered my penchant for grand plans, I am content in the sun, calling a childhood friend on the phone or speaking to another I have grown to cherish.

Wishing you all a happy Sunday...