Living in Arizona is like being on vacation, every day. Seriously. I often say I feel like I live in a post card. The sunrises and sunsets are just amazing. The 120 degrees in July and the 90 degrees at the end of October I could do without, but everyone keeps saying wait until January!
But that doesn't mean I don't miss being where I was for over 50 years. I miss my family and friends. This week has been rather trying in that way.
I had an neighbor/friend, Cathy, on my mind for several days so of course she called me earlier in the week. Her news was sad. Another neighbor, Joan, had passed away. We all knew it was coming, eventually, but it is never easy to hear. And I also knew that another neighbor, Arcie, who loved her like a mom would take it especially hard, and she was out of town when it happened. My heart was heavy.