Two of our closest friends got married this weekend. It was a beautiful and touching ceremony -- they had a close friend marry them, they had close friends read at the wedding, then of course, the traditional best man and father of the bride speeches. I guess none of that would be interesting if you didn't know them, but since I do and know them well, I found it wonderful and sweet.

Another close friend lost someone close to her this weekend, too. I never know what to say to people when they're going through something that raw. And I never really knew what to say to people who would say nice things to me when my mother's death was still new. My heart breaks for her.

On the shuttle ride home while I was thinking about all this turmoil and change this past weekend, I couldn't help but think how often the start of something is tied to the end of something else and warm memories blend in with heartbreak and maybe that's a good thing. My mom died the day after my sister's birthday so forever those two things are tied together. Our friend will remember her grandma's passing on every one of our friends' anniversaries. I think each year it gets easier to focus a little more on the birthday, but the death will always be there.