It’s been a long while since I’ve had two minutes to put together words on here. Summer has come and gone, I’ve seen friends less times than I care to count, and I’ve worked myself to the bone.There has been a 9/11 anniversary, Emmy Awards, football has kicked into high gear, and my flip flops have made way for my boots.
This past weekend, one of my oldest friends got married in upstate NY. A fabulous time for all, followed by a whirlwind trip in NYC for beer meetings and family time.
Today is our last day, and I’ve been slowly trying to catch up with the outside world before descending at 10pm tonight to jump back into my real life full time with a great event at City Provisions in Chicago tomorrow night. (We’re launching the official release of Terminator X, a beer we brewed with Cleetus Friedman.)
While looking at facebooked wedding photos, trying to find my future sister-in-laws sunglasses, and attempting to understand how I’m still so nauseated, I read my dear friend Apron Anxiety’s latest blog post last night. It made me cry, and I’ve just read it again to understand the magnitude of her post. You see, Alyssa and I met soon after 9/11/01, and I knew from the beginning of her loss during that terrible day. Each year, while feeling my own brand of sadness, I ALWAYS think of Alyssa, her family, her friends.
I’m reposting this for you to remind us all that life isn’t just about food, clothing, being too thin or too fat. Life isn’t just about work, about marriage, or about money. Life is about love.
I applaud Alyssa for her unbelievable candor, truth, and rawness in this post. We should all be so lucky.