My email address

I have about 5 email accounts. I don't know why. Kind of an addiction I guess, like shoes. But too many shoes aren't a problem, too many email accounts have become a problem. Especially here recently. A classmate from my high school graduating class died (and understand, I know I should say passed away, but I explain that in a sec.) this week. Trying to keep up on viewing and funeral arrangements has been a problem because everyone has a different email address to send me updates.

So, to make it easy, if you are reading this, I check Kelly@cookphotography.biz every single day and usually more than twice. Anything sent to any other account will probably sit there a few days, or months or {sigh} a whole year. I know I should clean them up, but I have vendors that have to be transferred and it's just not something I've made the time for.

Real quick...I use died instead of the fancy lets hide the fact words that are supposed to make everyone feel better. Death is sad. It's final. I believe in God and heaven, it doesn't make death any less hard to deal with. When Jeff died, I was told I can call it what it is, don't make it pretty. My first husband died. Every funeral I go to, it all comes rushing back. It's hard. Time made it better. Jeff's death made me see how very precious life is. It's why I asked for OIPT instead of Sinclar Nursing School when I called information all those years ago. It's why I am who I am today and where I am today.

So, celebrate life today and always. We did it by laughing at Jeff's funeral. It's a nice memory, thanks guys for that.