
I say we boycott Wheaties. They've refused to give Paul Hamm the cover of a box because of the controversy surrounding Hamm's gold medal. Crap. Pure crap.
My best friend’s mother died today. I feel this loss on so many levels. I’ve known this woman since I was in the first grade. I spent most of my childhood at her house, and she treated me then and always as one of her own. So the loss I feel is deep in regard to my relationship with her. And even worse is the loss I feel on my friend’s behalf. Alana has been my best friend since first grade. We’ve had our ups and downs, but no matter what we were always there for each other. We stood up for each other at our respective weddings. We’ve been there to bail each other out of a myriad of problems that we’ve gotten ourselves into. We are as close to sisters as you can get without sharing genes.
I found out that Mrs. A was ill only 2 days ago. This morning at almost 2 AM, Alana called to tell me she’d passed away. I cried hard and long for my loss and for my friend’s loss. My heart ached for her and for once words failed. I offered to come up to the hospital, but she told me they were on the way home. I'll go sit with the family tomorrow and share their pain.
As the memories of our youth come flooding back, I am trying hard to keep my thoughts together. I miss Mrs. A. And I mourn for her and for Alana and her family. My thoughts and prayers, as always, are with them.