The last plane ride my tall, teal Ospry backpack traveled with me to was a graduation celebration to Cancun with my best friend, her mom and her mom's friends. Today it accompanies me back to Oostburg to say good-bye to the person that three months ago gave me the opportunity to see Cancun in the first place. I'm usually excited to travel and should probably be commenting on how wierd yet not wierd it is to travel on the ten year anniversary of 9/11 but this post is a much needed brain release and reflection on how crazy this world turns.
Last night as I was packing and getting ready to go out and have a drink with friends in Greenville, I picked out my favorite tan h&m blazer to wear that I bought years ago, I believe while with my best friend Jill in Gurnee Mills. Unbeknown to me as I slipped it on and put my hand in the right pocket was a plane ticket stub dated May 18th, 2011 headed from Milwaukee to Houston. In the left pocket laid a handful of Spanish flashcards I had made to prep for conversations in Cancun. This may not have taken me by surprise any other time but it startled and shook me up when I realized their significance; the last time I wore the jacket I was with Marcy, Jills mom who passed away unexpectedly. I may not believe in God, I may not follow horoscopes or superstitions but this may have made me a believer in angels (or atleast softened up my tough exterior).
To anyone that has had the pleasure of knowing Marcy Fitz Maurice, you know how awesome, spontaneous and funny she was. Between her and her family, the feelings of love and friendship are mutual and she will forever grace myself and others with nothing but great memories. From watching VH1 at her house with my bestest friend to catching a tan (or a buzz) in Cancun, I will never forget her.
Last night as I was packing and getting ready to go out and have a drink with friends in Greenville, I picked out my favorite tan h&m blazer to wear that I bought years ago, I believe while with my best friend Jill in Gurnee Mills. Unbeknown to me as I slipped it on and put my hand in the right pocket was a plane ticket stub dated May 18th, 2011 headed from Milwaukee to Houston. In the left pocket laid a handful of Spanish flashcards I had made to prep for conversations in Cancun. This may not have taken me by surprise any other time but it startled and shook me up when I realized their significance; the last time I wore the jacket I was with Marcy, Jills mom who passed away unexpectedly. I may not believe in God, I may not follow horoscopes or superstitions but this may have made me a believer in angels (or atleast softened up my tough exterior).
To anyone that has had the pleasure of knowing Marcy Fitz Maurice, you know how awesome, spontaneous and funny she was. Between her and her family, the feelings of love and friendship are mutual and she will forever grace myself and others with nothing but great memories. From watching VH1 at her house with my bestest friend to catching a tan (or a buzz) in Cancun, I will never forget her.
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