Joybubbles
Today I told both Dean and Joe (different times) about my trippy dream regarding joy bubbles...and both had the same *priceless* look on their faces. And I laughed a lot today. Ah, those who can't appreciate a jaunt into vivid imagination. So sad. ;-) I know it was weird. But it was fun to share, simply because life, when it's too normal, NEEDS the weird.
I think I've finished the processing now. Lots has happened. First, ANOTHER RFHS person died. That makes FIVE in two months. Lori's sister, Mary Mac, Greg, the spec. ed person's husband, and now Ned. They were all sudden - they were all tragic. I guess Mary Mac had cancer, so she knew - but the others just "felt sick"...
This catapulted a ton of thoughts about life. Thoughts of death were preceding the dream about the joy bubbles.
Life is short. You only live it once. It's not OK to not tell the people you care about that you care about them. Maybe not ad nauseum, because there's only so much sap that I know I can take. But when it matters - take the risk.
I think I've finished the processing now. Lots has happened. First, ANOTHER RFHS person died. That makes FIVE in two months. Lori's sister, Mary Mac, Greg, the spec. ed person's husband, and now Ned. They were all sudden - they were all tragic. I guess Mary Mac had cancer, so she knew - but the others just "felt sick"...
This catapulted a ton of thoughts about life. Thoughts of death were preceding the dream about the joy bubbles.
Life is short. You only live it once. It's not OK to not tell the people you care about that you care about them. Maybe not ad nauseum, because there's only so much sap that I know I can take. But when it matters - take the risk.