Yeah, that title sounds like this is gonna be a dirty post, but really, it’s not.
I’ve spent 65% of the last week in bed. Sleeping, I mean. For some reason, I’m incredibly tired lately. Amanda would tell me that I’m depressed, Lori would say I’m still getting over whatever made me so sick, and my Mom, well, she said “You’ve become lazy.” Which made my sister and I laugh, because I’ve always been lazy. Lazy is not a new thing for me! I’ve fallen asleep all over the place this week, though. I went in to talk to Max, fell asleep on his bed, and woke up when he started hollering at the video game he was playing. I sat down at the kitchen table with a cup of tea, started snoozing. Fell asleep in my chair at least once a day. And yesterday, I swear, I fell asleep in the shower. Weird. I like my bed best. It’s squeaky, and tall, but comfy and I sleep better there than anywhere else.
“Beaches” is on television as I write this, and Barbra Hershey just died, so I’m typing and crying at the same time. I saw this movie the first time with Michele, and we both cried then. I read the book at some point, too; this is one of the times where the movie is better than the book. The story of childhood friends growing up together, and the death of one feels especially poignant to me these days, as I miss Michele. The anniversary of her passing was earlier this month, and I’d intended to write a big sentimental post about her, and our friendship. I just couldn’t do it. Something inside me wanted to keep that day personal to me. So I lit a candle, said a prayer, and looked at pictures.
The songs that make me think of Shel are not those in the soundtrack to “Beaches,’ no disrespect to Miss M. Michele and I danced to Copacabana, sang along to every stupid 80’s tune, and tunes from The Pirate Movie. And this:
This song still makes me cry.