After asking for feedback on how you read the content on my blog, I found myself lost in the management of categories and tags. So I didn’t get either my next Faraway Lover post or Tony posts finished today (and if you click those links, you’ll see I now have tags for them!)
BUT I thought I would recount a brief story Will (my ex) told me yesterday.
Two weeks ago he was here for the weekend as it was a milestone birthday for his father. Will is not known for being close to anyone other than his immediate family (minus his Mother, from whom he is estranged), and doesn’t retain information he deems unimportant (but he retains all kinds of facts and trivia, so go figure).
At the party, he sees one of his first cousins who he doesn’t cross paths with very often. Here is an excerpt of their conversation:
- Will: Hey Bob, nice to see you again. How is your Mom doing?
- Bob: Will, my Mom passed away two years ago.
There’s an embarrassed pause. Naturally.
- Will: Well, I guess she’s the same, then.
Thank goodness his cousin has a sense of humor and followed with “yes, her condition is stable”.
When he told me the story I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants.