vessel
One year ago today, I heard angels sing as I sat down at that bar- @vesselnola in New Orleans. I mean, wouldn’t you?
Little did I know, this would be the last trip I’d experience before the US really knew what was coming- Covid.
I met my best friend @stefbreauxbradley for a trip. She just completed the biggest fight of her life- breast cancer (and kicked its ass btw!) and NOW it was time to celebrate.
There are moments in life that just move slowly- and we remember every, little, detail. To me, that was one of those days.
I remember the air- fragrant and warm. The sweet sunlight on my skin. I remember hugging her- and crying, both of us acknowledging what she went through- but not wanting to sit in it or give it any more power than it already took away.
I remember walking into that restaurant (an old converted church) and moving to the bar (we even changed seats to get a better view of that stained glass window). Our cocktails in the mason jar glasses with the name “Vessel” on them. In their words, “the finest libations should be served in the proper vessels.” (Can I get an amen?)
I mean, there are weeks- if not years that I don’t remember...
There was something about that day. That hour. That moment. Maybe it was the universe reminding me to stop and really take it in.
I am grateful for the vessel that carried her through. That fought- day and night. For months.
Yep. I’m truly grateful for that vessel.
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