My best friend's mother died last Tuesday. I was so excited to see my best friends name on the caller ID, as I had not heard from her since the last time I'd called her for medical advice regarding Brady, that I was completely taken aback by where the conversation went. Her mother had been ill for a few years but the family was quiet about the illness and so details of her condition were hard to come by. Unfortunately she had taken a turn for the worst the past few weeks and so the family was told to prepare for the worst. Fortunately the family was able to be there by herside when she passed, my friend was literally at her side.
My memories of Lynette, Andrea's mom, are pleasant. Andrea lived kitty-corner from us most of my life and we were always making the trek back and forth to their house. Lynette introduced me to some of the finer things in life like Tang and Nintendo. It was at her house that I first experienced the piano. I was messing around on it one day at a young age and she came in and complimented me asking if I'd had lessons, I was fully embarassed as I didn't know one key from the other but she was encouraging none-the-less (or maybe it was her way of sneakily getting me to stop playing). She was one of the first people I knew who was active with a computer - there were always banners being printed at the house to be used for events at the church. I also got my first trampoline experience care of Lynette - we had multiple sleepovers on that trampoline as well as jumping on it in the summer with the sprinkler underneath. Lynette was so nice to us and always made sure to always have an abundance of good food around. Though both families had moved to new houses in the past decade my childhood will always be full of memories of Lynette and her house. I spent so much time over there as a child that she really was like a second mom and its hard to think of memories pre-high school that didn't take place at her house.
It was a shock to my system to have my first close friend lose a parent. Reflecting on this event over the past week has certainly made me realise life is far too short to have regrets. I can't predict the future so I might as well enjoy every moment of the present so that when I get to those plans 10 years down the road I won't look back and realise I wasted my todays.
My memories of Lynette, Andrea's mom, are pleasant. Andrea lived kitty-corner from us most of my life and we were always making the trek back and forth to their house. Lynette introduced me to some of the finer things in life like Tang and Nintendo. It was at her house that I first experienced the piano. I was messing around on it one day at a young age and she came in and complimented me asking if I'd had lessons, I was fully embarassed as I didn't know one key from the other but she was encouraging none-the-less (or maybe it was her way of sneakily getting me to stop playing). She was one of the first people I knew who was active with a computer - there were always banners being printed at the house to be used for events at the church. I also got my first trampoline experience care of Lynette - we had multiple sleepovers on that trampoline as well as jumping on it in the summer with the sprinkler underneath. Lynette was so nice to us and always made sure to always have an abundance of good food around. Though both families had moved to new houses in the past decade my childhood will always be full of memories of Lynette and her house. I spent so much time over there as a child that she really was like a second mom and its hard to think of memories pre-high school that didn't take place at her house.
It was a shock to my system to have my first close friend lose a parent. Reflecting on this event over the past week has certainly made me realise life is far too short to have regrets. I can't predict the future so I might as well enjoy every moment of the present so that when I get to those plans 10 years down the road I won't look back and realise I wasted my todays.

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