I don’t know about you, but despite the crappy weather I had a somewhat pleasant weekend. We had the Fundraiser Dinner at a friend’s restaurant, 18 people showed up. It was a nice dinner overall and the owner/friend handed me a cheque for $85.51 as a donation for “Relay for Life” – their contribution, i.e. 10% of the sales of our group, not bad at all!
My mother had invited me to accompany her to her league’s (bowling) party. It was funny to see how proud she was to have me there with her. Her younger brother (who’s 61) and his wife were in town for a visit, so they attended as well. We had a really average dinner, followed by awards for the best of the league. My mom won the best average for women, the best average during the finals, the most square – she won six awards total, talk about “her moment”! Then the dancing started. O.M.G. I must say it sure was nice to see all those old folks dancing, being so full of life, even those who had a hard time getting to the dance floor. By 10pm I had my fill, so made it known to my mother and we left. During that time, Hubby was catching up with his old university buddies, celebrating their 25th year reunion since their Bachelor. His thing was a full evening, sleep over and breakfast. Unlike me, he enjoyed his dinner and the dancing/music. Both of us slept like crap though, for some reason. He met me at my mom’s and we made our way home, home sweet home.
Last night, I had another little reunion myself. I met up with some friends from high school for dinner and made our way to the funeral home. The family seemed to be over the big shock of MC’s sudden death. There were many people among which were many local personalities. She worked as a script and was quite liked in “the milieu”. It was weird to see pictures from our last dinner together being displayed the whole time we were there. It still feels unreal then I think of it… Life has really no mercy.
One thing for sure, I’d love to go the way she did. A week or so prior she had complained about pain in her sternum area. She even went to see her doctor and was told it might have been some digestive problems. The day she died, she told her husband she must have had eaten something bad, because she felt sick and was coming home early. On her way, as she got of the highway, she lost consciousness hit a wall with her car and died. The officers on the scene said she was dead by the time she hit the wall. I just think it’s a great way to go. Yes it sucks for those left behind, but for her, wow. I don’t think I’m afraid of dying, but I really don’t want to suffer. I feel I’ve contributed enough to the pain back to go with as little as possible… Unlike some people, I don’t need the pain to know I’m alive. I feel enough as is, I don’t need any extra, but like many other things in this life, we don’t really choose the way we go now do we?