Angela

I have been intending to write a long post all about our summer for a while now. It seems that there are never moments to actually do it. and, now, it all seems rather insignificant.



Have you ever been in a situation that was, to you anyway, so tragic that your mind just would not allow you to really see the big picture? And then, there is that moment that forces that elusive grave reality to the forefront of your brain, like it or not? We were all helping to fold laundry from her laundry basket. Drinking wine. Laughing. Making a game of matching socks. Then two of the three of us each grab into the basket for another item to fold. And there we each were holding her typically uber-stylish clothes that had been worn so recently that they were in her laundry basket. Yet, we all knew that she would never wear them again. I am sure that I have never ever heard silence in that vibrant, crazy, kitchen before that moment. And I think we all thought the same thing. If we had known. We wouldn't have washed them for her. We would have let that SJP Lovely linger for as long as possible.