Yes, the tough get going–but in my case, the tough also have a big party.
Party dress shopping, though, was a real morale booster. I tried on some fancy Bob Mackie-esque dresses, and because of my newly reduced circumstances, went a little crazy. I ended up with something that was covered with clusters of large black sequins that went over a little black dress. The sequined part swirled when I twirled in front of the mirror–and twirling was essential since there would be dancing at my party. I bought some black patent leather heels to go with it, and was ready to begin my forties with a little glitz. Hey, why not?
|It’s a miracle the smoke alarm didn’t go off|
|Several of the moms: we clean up good!|
|With Dad and Mom|
Friends and family came out on a rainy night to celebrate my birthday and help us begin the process of finding some semblance of the normal in our lives.
|A nice moment with Peggy, one of the Moms|
When I look at the pictures from that party now, I’m touched by how many people came and danced and hugged us and got the first part of the next chapter of our lives off to a rollicking start.
While looking at these pictures brings back some of the joy of that evening, it’s a sad fact that after twenty years, many who were close to us are no longer here. My deepest thanks go to all the friends and family who stood by us in those terrible days after the fire and helped us realize how lucky we were to have their support.
You are missed: Marilyn and John, Sam and Betty, Nikko, Steve, Joe, Carol, and Lisa.
Thanks for being there when it mattered most.