Our dear friend Ken turned 40. This weekend, his wife Molly threw a fabulous party. She let me help get things set up. Molly and her mom Cathy have minds like mine when it comes to party planning. (In all other areas, they show signs of sanity, so don’t worry.) I take every chance I get to spend time in their company.I told them how much I loved the work they did on the party. The level of detail was amazing. Cathy’s response blew me away. Her other daughter Chelsey, Molly’s younger sister, died in a car accident three years ago. She said, “You know, we’re never gonna give Chelsey a wedding. And I will not let the people I love in my life ever wonder how I feel about them. We’re going to celebrate and throw parties while we can.”
I have never heard a better case for frivolous fun. My love of parties is no secret. I’ve wondered, at times, if the energy I spend on parties is silly. Cathy reminded me, acts of love are never silly.She has taken pain I cannot begin to understand and turned it into something constructive. She honors her daughter who is gone, by living. She honors her daughter who is still here by refusing to just exist. She is determined to live fully. She honors us all by sharing her wisdom. Saturday night we celebrated Ken’s life by living. We laughed and sang and danced. We proved Cathy right: no act of love is ever wasted. In a world of pain, suffering, hurt and loss, there is always a need for frivolous fun.