Dear Diary, My Best Friend Died ...

Dear Diary,

Yesterday I woke up, jumped out of bed, hopped in the shower and headed off to work thinking that I knew what was to be of the gorgeous summer day.  

I was going to open the store for the contractors, continue to re-arrange for our opening and head to the doctor before meeting my new CFO at the bank all before 10 a.m.

All of that happened much as expected. I had gotten a call from a former friend at 10:30 a.m., but I was in the thick of my morning and decided to listen and call back later. Then more paint, more arranging, more going through my list ...

Then stop. Everything came to a sudden pause when I got a dreadful one-line text. The voicemail I hadn't listened to was still on my phone so the person had no choice, but to text because she hadn't heard from me.

The awful news: one of my very best friends in LA died the night before in a freak accident. Suddenly nothing else mattered.

It's amazing how much time we spend on doing everything we need to do every second of every day. It's tragic that sometimes it takes an awful event to make us stop and think of how lucky we are to have the people we love in our lives.

So Diary, I cried. And I'm still crying but, in between those tears, I have decided to call or meet up with everyone that I hold dear to my heart.

Time is our most precious asset. If we can train ourselves to stop at least five times a day to touch base with ourselves and think about who we can call, see or just be thankful for maybe when time stops, it won't hurt as badly.

I'm making that vow to myself today. I miss you my friend. My time with you was some of the best of my life.