Now that I have typed the title, I can’t get the John Secada song out of my head. For two days it was a Whitney Houston song. I just wanna dance with somebody. She played a large part in my morose mood this weekend.
No, I am not one of those people who gets sad over celebrity death. I’m just not. I don’t know them, they don’t know me. Is it sad someone died? Of course. But I am not one to get weepy over a strangers death. Especially when it was more than likely the most extreme side effect of drugs. I know it is a disease, I am not saying she deserved it. No one deserves death. But my father is supposedly on his death bed for his many moons over a needle or a powder of some sort so I tend to get a bit touchy about it. And when I heard my first reaction was anger.
I would be lying if I didn’t announce Saturday night to my husband that I heard she passed, then said, “What a waste.” and then, “She was a mother.” Smh as my younger counterparts like to type.
But it was clearly her time and she went. We all will. Some for worse reasons, some not.
I have had an extremely hard time dealing with my hip and frankly it has made me feel more than Blue the last few days. But, I looked around today and prayed with my boys a bit harder than usual, thanking God for my many blessings. Because I know I am blessed with a wonderful husband and the best kids in the world.
Do I need a vacation?
Yessir I do. But all in good time my faithful follower, all in good time.
Until then, it is Just another day. And even though I am hurting, I have the soft cushiony love of my peeps to break my fall. And that makes me the luckiest girl in the world.
See what I did there? The pea is my gnarly hip.
Yeah I did the knowing exaggerated wink when I updated the picture. To my iPad. I am a dork like that.
Until we meet again,
Woman on pause.