Life is good...but short
It was a bittersweet weekend. I participated in The Color Run, the happiest 5K on the planet, at Atlanta Motor Speedway. There were over 20,000 participants, and it benefited Children's Healthcare of Atlanta, so it was a great turnout for a good cause.
Before the weekend got started though, I received news that a friend of mine had passed away Friday morning. He was 42. My age. He had a Heart Attack. I just talked to him on Easter, last Sunday. We were talking about a BBQ this Spring and how we'd get together and hang out like we used to in high school. It really hit home. So very young, so very fragile. We are here only for a while. Make it count. We cannot take things with us when we go, for that is not what's important- it is what we leave behind.
Take care of yourselves.
Smooches!
Before the weekend got started though, I received news that a friend of mine had passed away Friday morning. He was 42. My age. He had a Heart Attack. I just talked to him on Easter, last Sunday. We were talking about a BBQ this Spring and how we'd get together and hang out like we used to in high school. It really hit home. So very young, so very fragile. We are here only for a while. Make it count. We cannot take things with us when we go, for that is not what's important- it is what we leave behind.
Take care of yourselves.
Smooches!
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