Mr. P's mom passed last year on June 28, 2008 and his dad passed ten months later on April 25, 2009.

This weekend has been a whirlwind. Mr. P was in New Orleans for his Bachelor Party. When his sister (who lives with their dad) couldn't get ahold of him, she called me and I was then in the midst of everything without Mr. P. On only 3 hours of sleep from being out all night on Bourbon St. I finally woke him through calling one of his friends and he had to endure the long car ride home, cutting his Bachelor Party weekend short.

The funniest thing is that one of the many random thoughts that went through my mind on Saturday is that a coworker of mine, who I don't know very well, was getting married in Orlando that day.

His forever happy day would be our forever saddened day. And how weird that was to think, but it's true that most likely that's the case for everyone. For every death, there is a birth and maybe even a marriage.

Not sure how I'll be with posting this week - either back to normal because the wedding is so close and the show must go on, or maybe a little less than usual, we'll see. I wanted to give the heads up because, well, what's a blog if it isn't personal?