This Sunday we went to my friend's unveiling. In the Jewish religion when a person dies they place the actual headstone a year later as a final farewell. It was a tough day for me. The man who died was like a father to me. He even offered to take me in as a foster child at one point. His daughter and I became friends and I even TA'd for him at school (he was an administrator there). Like all high school drama his daughter and I fought about something silly and my life got even more complicated. Years later it's one of my biggest regrets. Losing touch with some wonderful people over something that could have been fixed in one (or two) phone calls.

As fate would have it I met up again with his daughter and we have been talking and even hung out. Unfortunately it was after his death and I can only hope he sees me. Anyway, back to the unveiling. Jake was sick and I was starting to feel less than stellar, so we could only go to the ceremony. My friend showed up in crocks and some sort of shawl that made her look like a homeless person. Classic.... Her dad was probably smiling the whole time. My favorite part was when the Rabbi gave Jake a Yarmulke to wear. I whipped out my camera so I could snap a shot and grinned like a fool. After the ceremony my friend asked if I got a photo. She knows me so well...

So now it's Monday, I'm sick (thanks, hon) and didn't go to work. My boss is less than pleased but I think she's catching onto the idea that me NOT being there means I am NOT infecting everyone else. Now if I can just get my taxes done quickly so I can get back home. *sigh*