The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of a bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

The Letting Go

The View from a Drawbridge

When my mother died, I hung on to this bottle of deodorant she had given me until long after it had been used up. Because she gave it to me. I think I got it into my head that getting rid of that bottle would be like losing my connection with her. I just couldn’t …

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A longtime reader and friend made a very simple and yet extremely profound point the other day. She said, “We are all descended from survivors.” Wow. Yet another epiphany of the obvious! Think about it. Every single direct branch of your family tree consists of someone who survived long enough to pass on his or …

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One of the most tragic things in life is that most of us will shuffle off this mortal coil having left behind a bucket list of unfulfilled dreams that is a mile long. You always hear about it at funerals. “He always wanted to go to the Grand Canyon.” “She never got those skiing lessons.” …

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The shock of having the person I loved most in the world die unexpectedly two weeks ago has taught me much. Life is as fragile as a soap bubble. It could pop at any moment and that’s it. You’re done. Because life is so fragile, it’s precious. You only get a little bit of it, …

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