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We went to the Puyallup Fair on monday, something I grew up doing with family and friends since I can remember. Face painting, scones, rides, rain, art shows, concerts, shopping for stickers in the craft halls, onion burgers, pickle eating contests, cotton candy, farm animals, my brother's band played there, souveniers, gigantic pumpkins, and so much more.

This was or first trip as a family and it was a really hot day! So weird to be at the fair with the sun blazing. That was not a part of my childhood memories! It was ALWAYS raining, but we'd go anyway!

Lavender was with us and here are some of her awesome shots! Smooches, L!

fun on the big boy roller coaster by lydiafairy

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When I was 20 I met a woman named Suzette. Suzette had her own massage therapy clinic and she was looking to rent out a room. We started working together, going to lunch together and I learned what a generous and successful woman she was.

Suzette had two adopted daughters with dramatic stories of teenage angst and young adulthood. She dated a man who's wife had passed away and please forgive me, but he always seemed a bit lost to me. Poor guy was seeing not only my friend but other women as well, he never seemed present in his own skin. And Suzette was a giver, she gave her time and energy to me and so many others. She let me stay in her office even when I could not afford the rent. She brought me into her life and I watched her bring in a box of vitamins every day to that massage clinic. Suzette took so many vitamins and juices and new things I'd never heard of. She taught me more about massage, muscle testing and energy work then I can say. She looked frail and sweet like a little yellow fairy. Her hair was very blond and she had a sparkling smile. She listened to me and I listened to her.

Suzette also introduced me to the East & West cafe http://www.eastandwestcafe.com/. The first time we went I was in awe of this tiny little restaurant in a tiny old house with a garden in the backyard, the owners sons out picking fresh food for the dishes. The place was packed, I didn't know what to order, so Suzette was helpful as always and held my  hand a bit through this, at the time for me, very exotic menu! We had tea and red rice with vegetables in spices that were all new to me, and the flavors were amazing! She also introduced me to Vin, the restaurant owner who I immediately liked for all her straight forward wit and charm.

I moved away to California about 2 years after meeting Suzette. And whenever I've come to visit family and friends over the years I've always thought of stopping by her office, having a visit and surprising her with a check- just a token to let her know that I now understood even more the kindness she had shown me. But I found out last night that in this life I won't have that chance. I saw Vin last night and she shocked me and about knocked me down in tears when she told me that Suzette had passed away. About a year ago, she had cancer in her liver. Vin was so great. She was comforting with her dynamic smile, standing in her refurbished and huge restaurant. She told me, "don't be sad" and "she's in a better place now. If you want, she's in heaven. Or maybe she come back, in another body, we may see her, we don't know!" I laughed and smiled and sat down for a moment. I said a little prayer for Suzette and told her I was so sorry I hadn't seen her again and wasn't able to repay her. Suzette's small voice came through strong- I felt her spirit fast and she assured me that it was okay and that I'd know where and who to give the money to in her honor.

It was a strange day yesterday. I had an amazing time playing with my husband and son and Lavender at the Puyallup Fair. And I kept saying all day to L, I really want to run into one person I know, just one. It'd be so fun to see someone I haven't seen in a long time. Little did I know… 

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  I read a blog by a local shop owner and this week has been terrible for her and her family and friends. One of her friends young children was swimming at a party last Saturday and drowned. This, of course makes me unbearably sad. How does this still happen to so many in backyard pools? At parties? So many question with one reality for that family. So sad.

  Because of the story above I think of my dear childhood friend, Rhonda. Rhonda's family and my family spent summer's and holidays together for the first 5 years of my life, more for my brothers and parents. While my family was intact we had camping trips, New Years bashes, and trips to their beach house. I know both of my parents tried to keep in touch after the divorce but as friendships sometimes do they somehow faded out of our lives. There were still Christmas cards and then an invitation to Rhonda's big sister's wedding.

It was wonderful and weird to see my old friends. We used to sing and dance and be so silly together. Singing Michael Jackson into cassette recorders and getting our faces painted and having the best time at the Puyallup Fair even if it was raining and we were slogging around, comes to mind!

I think I was 18 at the wedding. Rhonda had a new baby boy in her arms and a boyfriend that looked eerily familiar to me (he looked like the boy my mom was desperately trying to keep me away from in high school. I felt sort of a kinship with her that we both had gravitated to this type of boy.)

Sadly, two years later I got a phone call from my mom and I had already had a bad dream about it. Rhonda and two friends had gone rafting, they didn't take life jackets, Rhonda and her new boyfriend were missing.
 
They had a service for her a few months later. It took that long to find her. They only knew it was her because of her tattoos. I looked at her little boys face as we left the church and I'm embarrassed to admit my audible gasp I gave. What a gorgeous boy who looked just like his mommy.

That was thirteen years ago, this summer. I still long to go back to her parents house at the beach, I think they still live there. After Rhonda's accident I know they thought of selling because the view looked out to where their young daughter passed.

I think of Rhonda mostly as a child now who, from what I heard, tried to see a lot and do a lot while she was here. I think of Rhonda and I feel so fortunate because tomorrow, as they say, is not promised. So I think of her when I'm running fast, when I see tattoos, as I have the privilege to watch my son grow and so much more. She sneaks in a lot so I thought I'd share about her today.

Please wear life jackets, and/or have a life guard. Please please please.

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