My close friend Abby passed away 10 years ago. Today, and many other days, I ask myself how I can honor Abby’s legacy. And I’ve realized that Abby’s memory is integrated into my life.

As a teenager, I remember seeing the book “When someone you love is depressed: how to help your loved one without losing yourself” on my mother’s nightstand.  I remember feeling appalled by seeing this book. I thought to myself, who needs this type of book?  Is it that difficult?  My teenage ego-centric brain could not understand why this book existed and thought my mom should get a life.  I only recognized years later that she was, in fact, trying to get a life then.

I recently decided to revamp my website.  I planned to hire someone to do the work for me, but a friend recommended I check out Squarespace to create a website on my own.  She created her website this way and thought I could too.  My initial reaction to this was a hard no.  Doesn’t my friend know how bad I am with technology? Isn’t this the same friend who took a coding class for fun? I came up with a number of reasons to support my no and upon examining the evidence, my reasons didn’t hold up.  My emotional mind said no but my wise mind said yes.