There are two dates that strike a nerve with me every year: June 7 is the day Rickey was born; August 3 is the day he died.
I was reading the tweets of loved ones & strangers who recently lost a friend of theirs. In times of tragedy and loss, I'm always struck by how life goes on. I perused their tweets about missing their friend and their seemingly cheerful and unrelated daily goings-on within spans of less than 24 hours ... I suppose it all goes on for all of us at one time or another. And it will again.
But when will I stop trying to make connections out of coincidences?
I needed today to be a good day. And it was ... outside of my head.