Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

My immediate family had a sweet zoom meeting to remember our daughter, and it was lovely hearing people's stories, and her daughter was there listening most of the time so she learned more about her mother. Right before the call, I was anxious and dreading it, but probably that was because each day her death feels more final, and now she has missed her birthday, and such an important one. Fifty. When I approached my fiftieth, I rented a hall, hired a band, a caterer, decorated with friends and had a blast. The band had a soul singer and I was crazy about the music. I was on the dance floor all night long and neighbors sent the police, even though it was before ten, as the party had to be over by then. My kids, my best friends, and all their kids were there. I had cut my hair to an inch, and though that turned out to not be a good look for me, that's just how I was feeling: anything goes now, ego be gone, I'm gonna grow old wildly and have lots of fun. And I have. I deeply wish my daughter could have done the same. She was a butterfly, I'm a tortoise. She did pack it in, though, and last nights reminescences proved it.