The service for my friend Brian was beautiful. It was held at the mountain in the next town over from where we grew up. They had a huge tent set up at the base of the mountain and it was standing room only. Saw many of my teachers from high school and even elementary school...and many friends and classmates. He left quite a mark on the world...one that won't soon be erased.
I'd gone to the celebration of Brian's life with my friends, Tracy and Tiffany. We were talking about how our group of friends was such a ragtag bunch. Tiffany said that she'd been thinking about it and realized that what bonded us together was the fact that most of our parents were highly dysfunctional..lol. Tracy's mom died when we were 15 from cancer she'd had for several years and her dad had remarried within a year to a woman that was really difficult. Tiffany's dad was an alcoholic and her mother was in denial. Our friend Shannen's dad was a state cop and was very strict...heaven help us if we beeped our car horns in the driveway for Shannen...oy. My parents...well, you all know my story. And nearly all of our other friends had issues at home as well.
I think Tiff was right. But even with our individual issues, we were a tight group..fiercely loyal...and to lose one of the gang just feels wrong.
Time for wine.