I just hurry around doing my busy life and get caught up in everything I have to do.
I'd like to think that I stop and smell the roses, notice the beauty around me, take in the little things. But I admit, a lot of times I let those "moments" pass right by me. I use to pay more attention to them.
And then things happen that kind of bring me back to center.
My friend Mary Fran loses her precious Mother. I sit in a crowd of people I don't know and listen to how amazing this woman was...and I weep. Not because I knew her but because I watch how her daughter embodies her strength and kindness and life force energy. And I realize how precious little time I get to spend with this woman and this family I hold so dear. And think...why ARE we so busy? And... I long for a week at the beach again. Watching the kids play, the sunset, the laughter.
And then Ray Yeatman.
There will never be a chance to really thank him for all those things he did for Theatre Tuscaloosa. For all the times he worked so hard to make tailgaiting so much fun. For the way he took care of ALL the ladies in his life. He was quiet but paid attention to everything. He did those thankless tasks to make our lives easier. He was funny. He was cute as a button. He was smart. He was wise. And he was an anchor of strength for Teresa, Jill, Joyce, Tracy, Nancy and all the rest of us. And his "farewell" was so beautiful and moving that I felt an amazing connection with everyone there...he did that.
And then Doug Perry.
Spent so many hours with Doug. Truly one of the funniest, most clever people on this Earth. Always can count on Doug to brighten my day. And it's those little things he does...shared August birthdays. The great cards he'd slide under the door or send in the mail. The cocktails, perfectly planned and mixed on his porch.
He is the one that is quick to remind me that, yes the arts are great, but love, life and friendship are even greater. I sat helpless at his bedside this weekend. Realizing that something greater than all of us binds us together. And that I am truly grateful for this life. All of it. The ups. The downs. The pain. The joy. The sorrow. The love.
There is no time like the present to let change creep in. Deeper breaths. A smile even when I am alone. Acceptance of change. Being present. Letting things go. Loving others without expectation of love returned. Remembering to say "Please" and "Thank you." Taking time to laugh more. Catching more sunsets. Accepting the kindness others show. Singing. Dancing like I want to, when I want. Letting go of guilt. Choosing happiness and being open to wonder.
Thank you Mrs. Abell and Ray Yeatman for a life well lived.
Come back to us Doug. We miss you.
