"The best thing to hold onto in life is each other"
~ Audrey Hepburn
Yesterday I made 50 maple frosted cinnamon rolls. It was my first time making that many. Or, to be honest, making cinnamon rolls at all. What is it about tragedy that sends us to the kitchen? I wanted to get busy and do something, never mind that the subjects of my worry and thoughts were a couple of thousand miles west of here.
So I hit the kitchen, flour and butter flying. It was comical. I told the kids it was like opening an umbrella in Boston when you hear it's raining in London. In the end, it did make me feel a little better. And this morning a bunch of teenage seminary kids were perfectly willing to be the recipients of my busy worry.
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Thanks to G's urging (and his frequent flier miles), I'm off tomorrow to gather with family for a memorial and graveside service this weekend. I just want to put my arms around my people. And hold on to them. Life truth #398: (whenever possible) always go to the funeral.
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By the way (mind that you don't get whiplash from the topic change) , don't you adore this Richard Avedon photo of Audrey Hepburn and Fred Astaire rehearsing for Funny Face in 1957? So intimate and hushed and magical. Can I be her next time? Is that too much to ask?