Well, a lot has happened and here we're barely into spring.  But that's the nature of life, isn't it?  It just. . .happens.

This past week my baby sis had a heart attack.  She's going to be fine, is fine now, but, wow, talk about being slapped upside the head by a life event.  I love her so much.  She's the best, the absolute best.  We're not at all alike, poles apart on so many issues, but sisterhood transcends all that "stuff," you know? 

She's my time machine, the last person alive who knows me from almost the very beginning.  What a gift that is.  What a gift she is--she's kind, generous, loving.  I don't know anyone who works harder, who's more honest, who's more responsible.  I've often wondered how I got so lucky, to have a sister such as she.

At any rate, I guess my brain's locked onto the idea that we should make sure each day's emotional bank account is balanced.  That we let people know what they mean to us, that we don't let pettiness become a road block to the reality of a person, of what that person means to us.

Anyway, if you're on the outs with anyone, think about whether or not you can find a way to resolution of the difficulties, a way to let the annoyances and irritations of interaction vanish.  Maybe it's possible, maybe not.  All I know is that when a person's gone, you don't get a chance for a do-over.

Just saying.