A Short Bittersweet Story

Ok, I'm just gonna take a few minutes to tell a short story before I go to bed. My boyfriend's folks came up to visit this past weekend. They were in town to go to a birthday party for an old friend (and when I say old, I mean OLD, it was her 100th birthday party) but they didn't get to go. It seems that the day before the woman wanted to take a limousine ride all around town to visit all of her favorite places. Her childhood home, the home she shared for more than 50 years with her husband, the school she taught in, the city's finest park (which is my favorite place to be in the entire world. I even lived on the gulf of Mexico for two years and it was beautiful, but this park is even more special to me) and then she went back to the nursing home and died.

I love this story. It sounded like a perfect day to me. And how many of those do we get in our lifetime?