Sometimes I think of the stupidest things. Bizarre stuff. Certifiable. But I bet there are a few of you out there that might do the same. Hint, hint, wink, wink: Mary Elizabeth.

This week my Facebook page had a photo of someone who recently passed away. He was my age. Someone who grew up in my home town. I looked at his photo for a long minute or two and felt an odd intimacy of curiosity. I looked at his photo and wondered what kind of ice cream he liked.

Odd? Maybe. Maybe not.

I looked at his photo and briefly wondered about the big picture of his life - all the generalities to include career choices, residency, marriage, children, grandchildren. And then I thought about the details. Like what was his favorite ice cream?

A lot of people I know seem to be dying. I don't like it one bit. The obituaries have been wonderful, though, and full of glowing overviews - achievements, awards... the stuff I already knew. Please, please, please understand that I'm not criticizing or judging. It's just that a part of me becomes curious about the details - the stuff that would more completely define the person whose photo I'm looking at.

When the time comes: Red was my favorite color. One of my favorite books was Zippy by Haven Kimmel. I stopped counting calories. I was a night owl. I mostly typed with two fingers. My favorite trash TV was America's Next Top Model. I liked rainy days. I was a fearless pain in the ass, which probably wouldn't be a news flash to anyone. I, perhaps, loved my children too much - It's hard on a heart to be in a constant state of yearning. Every single day I missed my cat, Roger. I missed my Mom, too. I preferred cheap, translucent bath towels to gigantic fluffy ones. I liked shoo-fly pie. I rather liked myself a lot - I thought my self-appreciation was the healthiest best part of me. As I got older, I lost my temper... um, I mean I really lost it. After a while one realizes there's nothing to be angry about unless it's ugly issues waaaaay beyond a person's control.

Well, I'm fatigued and becoming bored with my own details. Maybe they're not all that important after all.

Oh, and my favorite flavor of ice cream is pumpkin.

Oh, and I've horribly abused verb tenses and pronouns and all other grammar in this post. To bad.

Love.


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