The mom of one of my mom's oldest friends died today. She lived in New York. Her daughter, my mom's friend, lives in Israel, and recently visited her mom knowing it would be the last time she'd see her.
Today, through the magic of Facebook, I reconnected with my babysitter from 20 years ago. (And, of course, we know people in common. Oh, Philly. Oh, Jews.)
Today is my first birthday I ever remember when I'm not going to get a call from my paternal grandmother wishing me a happy birthday, and that's how all my future birthdays will go too.
And I'm 29 today.
What a crazy thing life is, huh? I should stop crying at work.
(N.B. Before commenting, know that I'm going to make this post public once my mom accepts the job.)