Monday, January 28, 2013
Let me begin by saying that I am blessed to have some fantastic friends who are concerned about me and do whatever is in their power to make my life more enjoyable. That being said, let me tell you about this past weekend.
My friend, Peggy, was going to attend a "Party with a Purpose" in Manassas, Va along with 2 other friends of ours. She knew that for the next year my finances are tight; so, she checked with me to see if I had plans. Since I had no plans she registered me, which was not inexpensive, and said that I could "room" with her and or other two friends would "room" together. I accepted and made my plans.
We drove through almost whiteout snow on our way but by Fredricksburg, Va the snow stopped. We arrived at the hotel, checked in, and headed for the party where we got our lanyards with our "passes" to the festivities, a weekend of music, old friends , new friends, food and drinks of all descriptions, hard and soft.
Things were good for quite a while, musice was awesome, especially Will Kimbrough and Michael "Crawdaddy" Crawley who played the harmonica and could almost make a person cry when he blew the blues on that harp! Then, I knew it would happen but hoped it wouldn't, I ran into someone that we knew and who didn't know about Ed's death. When she asked where Ed was I felt as if someone had kicked me in the stomach! I explained as quickly as I could but tears still began. Of course she was so sorry about his death and was so concerned that she had ruined my weekend by asking. I got through that and another person came in who knew but I had not seen him since. He got the sad, hang-dog look and grabbed my hand to tell me how sorry he was. I know that he thought that I was terrible. I started crying and couldn't say anything except that I didn't want to talk about it, got up and went to my room and cried. Fianlly I got myself together and returned to the party, grabbed some caarots and celery, and headed back to our table.
Later another person came in that I had not seen for a long time. we went to her room to catch up since the music was very loud by then. We got to reminisce about how we met and her memories of Ed and there was no sadness in her tone or the look on her face. We shared happy times like when we met on a cruise and the cruises that we had been on with her and the same group of crazy friends, shared memories of seeing each other and music and dancing at a party called Stars in Richmond, and how Ed would have loved this party called Mid-Winter Meltdown and how he would want me to enjoy it. We also shared gingerbread jello shooters! I really don't know how many calories those might have had but I am sure that there were plenty in them.
The weekend was mostly fun and the music, Sunny Jim (a piece of his music was in the movie "The Firm"). Will Kimbrough, Tall Daddy (Tall Paul) Michael (Crawdaddy) Crawley, Tropical Sould, Calypso Nuts, and others was great to listen to and to dance too. I must admit that I did dance and I kept up with those many years younger than I.
The food was more than I should have eaten, but I did it anyway. The drinks were more than I should have had (although I didn't get inebriated) I made the choice to have the drinks. I stretched them out but probably, calorie wise, had more than I should have. I made conscious decisions and now will have to do better.
I also me some people from Massachusetts who know someone whom I know who lives near Boston. It is a small world and that is for sure!
When I got home coming into the empty house, with no Edward waiting for me and wanting to hear about my weekend, was very difficult. I couldn't stop my tears as they poured dodwn my face. I hated the emptiness! I was sad for my loss and my family's and friends' loss. I was lonely and then the phone rang. Wouldn't you know it? A friend apologized for calling and waking me if I had been napping. I told her that I had just come in from N. Va. and had not even taken my bag upstairs to unpack. She said she had a proposition and that she and her husband didn't feel very good. She had tickets to see Robin Williams (live) at a local venue, did I want their two tickets as a gift. I told her that if I could find someone to go with me I would take them. Well, I called my daughter and she was exhausted from hndling details for out of town friends and helping their friend with the funeral for her friend's husband. I called another friend and she was delighted to go. We spent two hours laughing!
The weekend was great and I am so very thankful for my wonderful friends. God put them in my life and blessed me with their friendship.