It's been a long weekend as "Spots" recovers from the hives, which, unfortunately, cancelled a long-planned trip to Disneyland. After almost an hour of tears this morning, it was clear that this was the end of the world to her eight year old mind. A visit from Grandma and Grandpa and $20 did a lot to erase that thought.
It got me to thinking that what seems truly significant, at the time, isn't. That hit home with me as I've been following the tragic story of the suicide attempt of opera tenor Jerry Hadley. He was not one of the mass-marketed singers, but I had the chance to hear him live in duet with Thomas Hampson at the San Diego Opera. He was sublime, and their duet from The Pearlfishers can bring tears to your eyes.
The last I read, he's in a coma after shooting himself in the head with an air rifle. What a waste of a life and a talent! My thought are with his friends and family.
It brings the hives into perspective. "Spots" will recover, and I've had a weekend to spend with her. What a blessing!