Yesterday's was a leftover picture, too. Tonight was the 12th annual July BBQ for my men's group, and after they all left, I realized the only thing I could show for this picture was the uneaten food.
We have been meeting since 1984, first every 3 weeks, and then once monthly starting sometime in the mid-90s. The July BBQ began on a Monday night just like this one in 2001. I had just been to see the divorce lawyer, and decided to leave my then-wife divorce papers on the counter for her to find on Wednesday, July 4 -- my independence day. I invited the guys over for one last dinner at the place, especially since they had been persona non gratis there for quite some time (she was away those few days). They had been quite supportive of me during that difficult time.
We have shared alot over these 28 years we have met together on Mondays, -- births, deaths, illness, divorce, honors, and trials of all sorts -- and the outdoor bbq just adds to it. Tonight, they sorta came to wish me well on my trip to Africa. Although I have been quite busy getting "things ready" I have been thinking alot during this time. I have been struck by what I am leaving behind, even for a short while. I had an opportunity to say adios to my new friends at DNYoga last week, and those @ ceramics the week before. I never really made it to Project Angelheart like I wanted to. The Scavenger Hunt on Saturday allowed me to simply enjoy those close to me in an everyday sort of way. My life has been richer because of all of them.