I've been out of the loop for 4 days -- long Labor Day weekend vacation, 12th wedding anniversary, college football, and lots of mileage on the mini-van.
Shannon had a wit all her own and a very distinctive voice that I can still hear in my head. She loved the Denver Broncos, John Elway, New York City and pink frosted lipstick. She was a flight attendant for American Airlines and when I was single and traveling for work, I always hoped I would see Shannon on one of my flights. When I was moving from Tulsa to Washington DC, Shannon flew in just to help me pack (something I would have forgotten if I hadn't discovered the pictures of us in my nasty, little apartment).
Since finding out about her death, I haven't been able to open the cover of a book. Reporting to you about what I am reading seems so silly.
But I will have plenty of time to read on my flight to Dallas tomorrow for the memorial service. I just hope the sight of a flight attendant doesn't bring me to tears.
The gang at Shannon's luncheon -- she is on the left in the back row -- white blazer over a black shirt. Even more disturbing, Angie (red hair, front, middle) passed away last December totally unexpectedly due to complications from diabetes. We are far too young to be dying.