Last week/weekend I spent 5 days in San Diego for BlogHer. It was a whirlwind of meeting people, hugging old friends, late night convos, dressing up, parties, sessions, and amazing weather.
Julie and I traveled together and I was grateful to have a partner in crime. We talked and worked the whole way out to San Diego (I’m sure that was fun for the people around us), and fitfully tried to sleep all the way home to Philadelphia on a red eye Sunday into Monday. (as a reminder to myself: I will NEVER ever take a red eye again. I am still recovering despite having the day ‘off’ on Monday and spending most of it sleeping off and on. I’m just too old for it apparently.)
On the ride home from the airport early in the morning I was checking in on twitter (no I wasn’t driving) and saw update after update with condolences and sorry, and so many other words that caught my breath addressed to Jennifer Perillo. I don’t know Jennie that well, but I had the opportunity to meet her last year at the Y Motherboard Summit, and I consider her one of those people that you just can’t forget.
Those words that caught my breath turned out to be condolences for her husband who passed away quite suddenly last week. I added my condolences, and as the day wore on both exhaustion and heartbreak for her took over. I cried in the bookstore, and watching a sappy commercial, I cried listening to ‘If I Die Young’ playing on the radio. For her, for her girls, for their family and friends I cried. I cried thinking about all the ways I could do more, and better for the people in my life while they are still here.
This weekend I am trying to hold onto the moments I have with my own family this weekend as we savor the last days of summer. Today, I’m baking a pie for Mikey. I hope you’ll join me.