Good Friday has always been a sad day to me.  At church, we always read the passion and I hate reading during Mass the crowd line, “Crucify him!”  With that sense of melancholy already settling into my psyche, I just saw Nathan’s post about losing his nephew almost a year ago to a drug overdose.  He also remembers his grandmothers in the post,

The last time I talked to one Grandma was when I was in a hurry to get off the phone. I feel badly because if I’d known it was the last time, I would have said so much more. Then another Grandma, I sat with her at a restaurant, keeping my eye on the watch. Dad offered to let me ride back with them to the nursing home, but I declined. Would it really have bothered me so much to just haul my butt in the car and ride back with them? I can still see her tracking slowly to the car with her cane that night. If I’d only known it would be the last time I saw her.

I can’t remember my last conversation with our dear friend Lindell because we had plenty of discussions in the 20 years I knew him.  My husband told me this week that he still thinks of his friend who he loved like a brother every single day.  It was hard those first few weeks, and when we learned several months later that he died of natural causes we were comforted.  I think I missed him the most when I went with my hubs and children to the U2:3D concert at Opry Mills.  The movie was fantastic and I knew Lindell would’ve loved it - that made me sad. 

I will look forward to Easter so I can release this sadness and rejoice in meeting my 2-month old great-nephew for the first time.  New life!

I know this isn’t about real estate or neighborhoods, but Nathan’s post really did touch me and I wanted to share it.