I was listening to an older CD last night on my way to Plano, and heard a song (“One Sweet Day“) that always makes me think of two people I’ve lost over the years — my grandma Avis and my high school friend Tracy Douglas. What I realized, though, is that it’s been eleven years since Tracy and her sister died on their way to school in October 1993. And I was sad — even cried a little — for the senseless loss of their lives that morning.
When I think of Tracy, I always remember her sitting on the toilet (seat cover down, I should mention) at the house I grew up in, grunting and saying, “I WISH I had some Ex-Lax!” I know that means nothing to most of you reading this, but for those of us who were there, it was a moment that so perfectly captured her sense of humor and talent for drama.
Doesn't it simply amaze you how many memories we girls can make for one another while gathered in the bathroom? My sisters and friends and I used to spend hours in there doing hair, make-up, and just talking about all the things girls need to say to one another.
I'm glad you cherish your memories.
🙂