Hello, blog friends. I’ve had myself a very busy weekend. It had very high highs and very low lows. Tuesday I had a day packed full of meetings, Wednesday brought lunch with a dear friend, rand yesterday we spent in Long Island attending the funeral of my Great Aunt (who lived a long and wonderful life). It was a sad day, but with the sadness came a day filled with family who flew from all over to spend the day together. My Dad ventured back East and cousins up from the Deep South, and the Windy City. It was wonderful to be together just sitting and talking…and eating as us Jews do. My sister and I road tripped from the city with my Aunt making stops in Queen to pick up my Grandmother and a cousin who flies the friendly skies on the regular (oh yes he’s a Flight Attendant and quite the character).
So there we were, five people (two over sixty, two under thirty) en route to a funeral. What do you think we did? We laughed. We told stories. Well, actually my Sister and I just listened to many stories. We caught up. We drank Perrier in a Mercedes. My stomach growled for two hours straight. I ate about fifty Tic Tacs (I found one in my boot when I finally took them off at 8pm). It was ridiculous.
The highlight of my day was looking through old photo albums at my cousin’s house. My Grandfather passed away ten months before I was born, so I love seeing pictures of him and hearing how wonderful he was. We laughed and laughed at all the horrific fashions. I basically wore a lace curtain to my Sister’s Bat Mitzvah. It was vintage and my Mom and Nanny forced me to wear it. I’m clearly not over it and it’s been eleven years.
So there you have it. I laughed and cried (a lot). I consumed far too many Tic Tacs. I ate many salads and many cookies. I did not work out…at all. I have a weekend free of plans (other than an early drink/dinner with an old friend this evening). It’s been a long week.
P.S. As my Grandmother said more times than I can count yesterday, “love people while they’re alive.”