Today is my mom and dad’s anniversary. It’s my half birthday. Over the weekend, we had a small dinner party with the couple we’re shooting in Mexico at the end of the month.
These are all things we’re celebrating.
We’re also mourning the passing of our close friend’s younger brother Kevin. He was 34.
Life can kiss you on the mouth, give you a bear hug, and kick you straight in the pants in the same moment.
Kevin’s passing is a shock.
Imagine your brother invited you over for a St. Patty’s Day party on Saturday night. His house is big, and he’s offered to have you, your brothers and sisters sleep over, so you don’t have to worry about driving home after having a couple drinks.
In the morning, someone knocks on your door to say, “Kevin won’t wake up.”
It’s earth shattering news and no one can ever understand exactly why this stuff happens.
In preparation for the funeral, I’m going contribute time to cleaning up images to be used at the wake and services.
I have no idea how to wrap up this post, so I’m just going to do it abruptly.