Today is the sixth anniversary of my Mom’s passing. And yesterday, we celebrated the marriage of Peter’s son, Blake, and his wonderful new wife, Kim. The wedding, held at Fenway Park in Boston, was the most unique I have ever attended.

Life is an interesting thing. We have no choice but to accept change in its many facets. From saying goodbye to a cherished loved one, to embracing a new family member, to finding new facial lines in the mirror, life for us humans progresses whether we like it or not. The interweaving of present moment experiences and memories, including the making of new memories, is a rich tapestry, one highlighted by glorious days interwoven with intense loss. And it’s okay.

As Peter and I danced to the Rock & Roll and Hip Hop music of the great Boston band, Sweet Tooth and the Sugar Babies, I found myself weaving another connection – a memory from my early childhood…my dear friend and “Uncle” Alton nicknamed me Sugar Baby. I adored that name and even as a three-year-old, I recognized the love and affection Alton bestowed on me when he called me that. I think today of that cherished little girl and all she’s seen and experienced. I wouldn’t change a thing – any of it.

Love,

Cathy