This was at a company picnic about 13 years ago! My sister and I were hamming it up for the photo. There’s nothing like an aluminum pan of rolls to brighten one’s day.
Sometimes I get really nostalgic for the past. It happens more now that I have this disease. I wonder what happened to all those years. They flew by so quickly, and I feel like I accomplished so little during that time. I know it’s not productive to lament the passage of time like that, but I can’t help wondering if it’s a common thing to do when you have a disease that’s described as fatal. It’s not an, “I don’t want to die!” feeling. It’s more of a “where did all the time go?” thing.