Traveling to NW Arkansas for a memorial service, and it has been thirteen years since Carmen was here.
This was a wonderful moment in our travels yesterday. Twelve hours in a car, to attend a service for essentially my little brother has been difficult to say the least.
He would be turning 50 the 24th of this month. Far to young to be gone. Tony was fun, engaging, strong minded, mean, and loving. I will miss him something fierce.
We were out of touch for about fifteen years, but have been talking every couple of weeks recently.
Life is short. I am grateful I knew him and that he was a part of my life.
See you on the other side cowboy. I love you.
NaBloPoMo 2012 – Day 13
Do you smile when you pass someone? Growing up in a small town, we waved to everyone driving by, or even walking. It was what we did. Never really thought about it. We smiled at people we liked and didn’t like.
Living in a larger city, people look at you funny if you wave at them passing in a car. With walking, people are friendlier, but always look uncomfortable doing it like it is forced.
I love to smile. It is an automatic hello, welcome, and acknowledgement. It doesn’t hurt to smile. It is the same in all languages. Yes. Smiling in some countries people look at me funny as well. Must not be a small town.
Smile at people today. Make them wonder what you have been up to. Make them feel comfortable when they walk into the room.
Smile. It may even make you happy.