I was looking through a list of people we've lost this year, celebrities, I'm not sure how I stumbled on it, but there it was—seventy-five people who were renowned for one reason or another . . . many of whom I recognized, or recognized their names. I suppose
Paul Walker's death is at the root of this post. Forty-years-old, as beautiful on the inside as he was to look at. He was on his way home from a charity event. And he has a fifteen-year-old daughter. Tragically sad.
Today I drove down to the Broadmoor for an early birthday lunch with the neighbor ladies. In hindsight, we should have cancelled. The weather was treacherous. The temperature hovered around zero, and visibility was very low. I averaged around 40mph the entire way home, as did most of the other drivers in proximity.
Every once in a while, someone would zoom by, as though their AWD was better able to handle the weather than the other drivers around us. They didn't get far, traffic was moving slowly in all lanes on I-25. And then, the inevitable happened, two cars careened off the side of the highway—two of the zoomers. Their cars spun around and came to a stop, both drivers got out of their cars and appeared fine, but the outcome could've been so different.
I'm a little sad today, thinking about people who have left my life this year. Some have passed away, some have drifted away, and some have seemingly left intentionally, without explanation. They may drift back, and they may not.
I sent a Thanksgiving message to someone, who never answered me. They were someone important to me, so it breaks my heart. But, there comes a time when you have to accept that people have their own shit, sometimes lots of it, and their behavior is not a reflection on you whatsoever, it's just their own shit. You get to the point where reaching out becomes meaningless, and you stop.
It's not always possible to say goodbye to someone. And sometimes it is.
Today I drove down to the Broadmoor for an early birthday lunch with the neighbor ladies. In hindsight, we should have cancelled. The weather was treacherous. The temperature hovered around zero, and visibility was very low. I averaged around 40mph the entire way home, as did most of the other drivers in proximity.
Every once in a while, someone would zoom by, as though their AWD was better able to handle the weather than the other drivers around us. They didn't get far, traffic was moving slowly in all lanes on I-25. And then, the inevitable happened, two cars careened off the side of the highway—two of the zoomers. Their cars spun around and came to a stop, both drivers got out of their cars and appeared fine, but the outcome could've been so different.
I'm a little sad today, thinking about people who have left my life this year. Some have passed away, some have drifted away, and some have seemingly left intentionally, without explanation. They may drift back, and they may not.
I sent a Thanksgiving message to someone, who never answered me. They were someone important to me, so it breaks my heart. But, there comes a time when you have to accept that people have their own shit, sometimes lots of it, and their behavior is not a reflection on you whatsoever, it's just their own shit. You get to the point where reaching out becomes meaningless, and you stop.
It's not always possible to say goodbye to someone. And sometimes it is.
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