My friend Kirk and I attended Holly's visitation tonight. I can't get over how she was able to pack so much life into 31 years. This woman could have ended up making a major difference in society. I really believe that. And, now, we're preparing to go to her funeral on Thursday.
Life just doesn't make sense sometimes.
As part of our Toastmasters meeting this week, we'll have a tribute to Holly. We are all so glad to have had the pleasure of knowing her, if only for 90 minutes a week. Our friend, lapsed member AJ, a minister, will speak about Holly and offer us some comfort during this trying time.
This is the point where I tell the story about this blog, and Holly. About a year ago, at a Toastmasters speech contest in which I participated, Holly pulled me aside and asked me about this blog, and whether I might entertain a guest post or two from her. I said we could talk about it. I didn't say no. I was just taken a bit aback. I guess being a blogger was one more thing that Holly wanted to do, one more thing to check off her bucket list. I'm sorry that I didn't pursue that with her further: I might have had some serious blogging competition. Who knows what stories she would have had to tell!
Coulda. Shoulda. Woulda.
I'm sorry. I just don't feel like writing any more.