I FOUND OUT TODAY THAT A LADY FRIEND DIED THE OTHER DAY. SHE WAS TOO YOUNG, IN HER LATE FIFTIES AND A GRANDMOTHER AND WIFE AND MANY MORE THINGS TO MORE PEOPLE.
I STARTED THINKING FIRST OF ALL WHAT SHE WILL BE MISSING WITH HER GROWING FAMILY AND HER FRIENDS. THEN I THOUGHT OF MYSELF IN HER POSITION AND WHAT I WOULD MISS. I FELT SOMEWHAT GUILTY FOR THESE PAST FEW DAYS, WEEKS AND MAYBE MONTHS THAT SHE HAD TO COME TO REALIZE HER FATE.
I TOOK THIS PICTURE TODAY OF AN ORANGE IN MY FRIDGE THAT IS GETTING A BIT OLD AND LAUGHED WHEN I OPENED THE DOOR TODAY AND SAW IT WINKING AND SMILING AT ME.
LATER IN THE EVENING I WAS GOING OVER THE FRIVOLITY OF MY FREE TIME AND THE DEEP REALITY OF HERS. I FELT GUILTY FOR TAKING THIS PICTURE. THEN I THOUGHT OF WHERE SHE MIGHT BE NOW. MAYBE LOOKING DOWN AND SEEING ALL THAT IS GOING ON SAYING 'MY GOODNESS MARGOT DO SOMETHING THAT COUNTS WHILE YOU CAN' OR 'WHAT A GREAT ORANGE. WHY DON'T YOU TAKE A PICTURE OF IT?'
I TOLD MY SELF IT IS THE JOURNEY THAT MAKES LIFE WHAT IT IS. MY JOURNEY TODAY WAS TO GET SOME FUN FROM THIS SHOT SO I NOW POST IT WITH FOND MEMORIES OF HER AND HER HUMOR AND HOPE SHE GOT A KICK OUT OF IT.
THIS ONE IS FOR YOU BARB.