Elenamary

“I am a poor woman, but when I die, many will come to my funeral.” I was told this by a woman in Mexico who has sold candies outside of an elementary school for the last 30 years. She is right, many will come to her funeral.  She has seen generations of children in that school.  Everyone knows her and she knows everyone.

I feel like friendships are one of the few things I can control in my life. Maybe I will die poor, maybe I will die of illness in the darkness of night, but I will die loved by many. That is what I want. I want to be remembered as someone who did good and was everywhere.

Sometimes, though, I want to surround myself with a very small group of friends and forget about the rest of the world. I want to eat good food with a few good people and enjoy that simple moment. When I die many may not come to my funeral because my friends seemed to be scattered among continents.

Here is a picture of my friend, Ulyses, that I miss. Both of us are absurdly intoxicated in this photo.

I was retelling a story yesterday. “I kicked him in the balls a couple years ago. He deserved it. I can’t recall why he deserved it, but trust me he did”. I was talking about Ulyses.  I’ve got such good friends I can kick ‘em in the balls and they still love me. I’ve got to work on being a better friend.