Q: What do you call it when you decide to wash your son’s snow boots in the washing machine, which not only completely destroys said washing machine, but also shrinks the boot liners, necessitating the purchase of new boots and a new washing machine?
A: A total wash.
Honorable mention goes to Nancy, who responded, “Taking yourself to the cleaners.”
Today is not exactly a special day.
We still celebrate Sarah’s birthday, and I make time to grieve on our wedding anniversary, but those are happy memories. I don’t really want to commemorate the day Sarah died, two years ago today. It’s not as if I’ll ever forget it. But I’d rather remember her the way she was, full of life and always smiling.
I’ve written before, briefly, about my friend Mike. Mike has lost several very close friends to cancer, and he has basically dedicated his life to raising money for the Jimmy Fund. He runs an annual golf tournament fundraiser called Par Fore The Cure. I don’t golf, but I sure as hell eat cheeseburgers, and baked beans, and the clambake that comes with the golf tournament is something I look forward to all year. Sarah loved the clambake too. She was crazy about lobster, and usually ate considerably more than was sensible, or even sane.
In 2006, Mike added another fundraising event: the Golf Ball, a black tie dinner in March. Sarah died a week before the event, and Mike dedicated the evening to her memory. I attended the Golf Ball in 2007, and I’ll be there this year as well.
You may also recall that Jess, Nate, Kirsten and I participated in the Boston Marathon Jimmy Fund Walk last year. I fully intend to walk again this year. Thanks to all who sponsored us.
Cancer is many things. It’s senseless, it’s tragic. But right now, today, I feel as if it’s just… it’s so unnecessary. If you love lobster, or like to walk, or enjoy dressing up and eating filet mignon… you can make a difference.
Join us, won’t you?