I was standing in the kitchen of a friend and fellow football mom, we were putting together gift bags for the football player banquet and cleaning up from the homecoming party the night before, we were reminiscing about football and all the senior year activities of the prior week. Our boys have played together since 4th grade, it had been a busy, emotionally taxing week, senior player/parent dinner, last football game (EVER) for both our boys, senior acknowledgment before the game, homecoming dance, football awards banquet … and all the while they had been in the throes of college applications. It was A LOT. Right then she got a phone call, that one of her four children had just gotten in a car accident. She was okay, thankfully. My friend looked up after hanging up and said … “Well, as my mom used to say … ‘A lot goes on’”. I said, “please say that again”, she replied “a lot goes on …” in her best southern drawl 😘. I interpreted it as kind of the southern bell* equivalent of “shit happens”, I loved it so much, because YES sometimes, whether neutral or all bad or all good or a little bit of both … A LOT GOES ON!
“In those windows was everything—hope, sadness, loss, triumph, sex, betrayal. Everywhere was love and everywhere was death.”
“He breathed in, and he breathed out. It was happy, and it was sad. It was good, and it was bad.”**
Life happens. Shit happens.
And it happens a lot.
To a lot of people.