The last few days have been interesting. I've seen some old friends, made some new once, made a fool out of my self, starting taking french again, and really thinking a lot about next year. However it plays out, I can't wait.
The biggest influence on my life, however, has been a strange death that my family has been dealing with. The man that my mom was dating six months before she met my dad (and a year before she was marrying him) passed away in a plane crash that I found out about while I was watching ESPN (obit here). She hadn't seen him in about twenty five years, but the fact that she's so broken up about it--and the fact that she has gotten five or six phone calls from the crew that she hung out with when he was in dental school and she was working in Boston--has really made me think about the lives we live now and how truly connected we are with our future selves. I suppose I see myself in twenty years and I really don't know what I'm going to be like or where I'm going to be, but I just hope that wherever I am (assuming I make it), I at least get the chance to cross paths with everyone who's meant something to me as often as possible. My mom has been lamenting all day that she always thought that some day their paths would cross again (apparently he was a terrific guy but "not husband material") and that she can't believe he's gone.
On a lighter note (in more ways than one), I saw some pictures of my mom with him today, and when she was 24, she apparently wore similar dresses and hairstyles to what Caroline wears. It was weird. I'll scan the photo if I can find a scanner.
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Don't think about it too hard, Steve. I'm not proud of it, but it just so happens most of my style comes from thirty years ago, when your dear mom was in her prime. you might even say thank you to her for me for perpetuating such a great look...
but i am sorry that such a horrible thing has happened. it's confusing enough to learn about our parents' pasts without having to deal with it in the present. good luck with it all, and enjoy the great city of boston.
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