And yesterday I was worried about bridesmaid dresses. Tragedy has a way of humbling you, I guess. It's hard to think through any of this without being trite, but what a reminder that we have to live every day the right way. We can't wait until we are old to repent. Sonia, like my Uncle Leddy, followed God every day, made the Church the center of her life, and, despite her piety, preserved her sense of humor. One of the first times I ever really talked to Sonia, she had me howling with laughter as she recounted a story about the ladies in her church critcizing her for her modesty. She said, "What? You want me to hike up my skirt a little more?" I guess you had to be there.
To be honest, I'm a little annoyed that she never sent me her Easter cheese bread recipe. I'd really like to make it in her memory this year. Maybe in a few weeks I can ask Nick for it.
I'm sad for Nick, and for the baby, and I'm selfishly aware that this could happen to me. She just got married, had a baby, and was settling into the part of her life that we all look forward to. I can't believe that was all she got. I am so terrified that it could happen to me. Would I be ready?
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