D was in Vegas for work and I had PLENTY of things to-do.
My belly, however, had different plans. It must have been from something I ate the night before or a stomach bug, because from 5:00 a.m. on, our master porcelain and I got very well acquainted. [TMI?] I obviously wasn’t happy. I mean no one wants to be sick, right? It just sucked – not feeling well = no bueno, and me not crossing items off my list = not ideal . . . but that wasn’t why I was upset. Due to the state of my insides, I had to miss a celebration of life.
William Limbeck was one of the 12+ artists I formerly managed at my part-time theatre job. He was a very admirable man and a delightful painter. During my work hours, we had many wonderful conversations together. Bill always encouraged me to live the life I wanted to live, love who I wanted to love, and to pursue my creative talents. I hate that I wasn’t able to pay tribute to him and give my regards to his family.
“Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same.” – Flavia Weedn
In between watching March Madness basketball [Rock Chalk!] and my stomach roundhouse kicking my albino booty, my mind kept bouncing between Bill, life, death, and timing. I am so grateful for where I am in life. I have an amazing man, loveable dogs, excellent family, great friends, AND I work for myself?! For crying out loud, I am lucky. I know this. Nothing is forever, though. There’s a time for everything. I know this, too. [Debbie Downer – party of one.] SO, I’m going to smile; smile so my cheeks hurt. I’m going to love; love with all my might, and I’m going to create; create until my hands bleed.
Thank you for your wisdom, Bill – I’ll do my best.