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.