Ever have "one of those days"? Been there. Done that. Today.

It was the funeral for a dear person, a friend of 15 years, gone at 54. She lived fully so who's to say it's too young to leave?

It is the birthday of another dear friend, ageless and also living fully. Admittedly she's a different generation than the other.

And, I'm caught inbetween.

So I wonder. I wonder, what if the first friend had been given the extra years, how would she use the extra 7 or 12 birthdays? 

We just never know. We think. We think we do. We think we do know. But we don't.