To some it means two days off are coming up, to others, such as myself, it’s rarely had any significant meaning because I’ve worked Saturday and Sunday – and holidays – for so many years, the days just roll together.
But it is Friday as far as days of the week go. Riot is here for a bit…how long may depend on my sanity levels and perhaps when he goes home, I will be celebrating with a FRIDAY thought like, “Where’s the wine?”
On another note, my dear friend Sylvia Hart is undergoing one of the saddest times in life that anyone can go through. Her dad is close to his last days, he’s been in the hospital and barely cognizant of those around him other than needle sticks and blood draws when the nurses come in to push him out of his attempt to escape his failing body. I cry just thinking about it because I remember my mother and all the emotion and pain rolls in like a blanket of fog off the San Diego coast, hiding life’s sunshine in a shroud as you watch someone you love slowly slip away and you know there’s only one escape hatch.
The best part of her relationship with her parents is that she’s gone to visit them twice a year and helped as much as she could with expenses for them and stayed very close.
That time spent with family is priceless. Too many times we let life pull us in another direction and lose all touch with those we should spend the most time with and then one day, they are gone. We fill our thoughts with guilt and compound it over the years every time we think of them.
My heart is tied to hers and I wish, hope, and pray for peace and guidance for her and her family.
Sylvia and I met at The Mirage a million or so years ago, actually just a few years after I met Marie and Gary. We went to Bellagio together, we used to work swing shift together and after pulling an eight-hour night of pitching cards and working our way through line-ups that were merciless at times, we’d hit the employee parking lot in our walking togs and shoes for a half hour or so of venting steam on some of the freaks we dealt to and burning up the pavement. She’s still at Bellagio but on a leave of absence right now.
We talked last night after her dad after he was brought home from the hospital, he didn’t want to stay there any longer, we both sniffled and cried. Bless you, and everything you are, my friend.
It is Friday, it’s the start of the weekend, and I’m looking to have a great one because it’s my decision to do that…so I will. Keep your family and loved ones close…you never know when a day will arrive that everything you take for granted is snatched away.