On Sunday afternoon, the day before my daughter’s first day of school, my husband and I grabbed some coffee and drove down to Pasadena, Ca, to see Coldplay at the Rose Bowl. We would drive back the same night, get up today for our first day of school traditions and head off to work on a few hours of sleep.
Why would we do this? Although we enjoy Coldplay, seeing them live was not on our bucket list. More importantly, we are certainly not in our 20s anymore. Driving to LA and back for a show on a school night, only to get up early the next morning, is not something we seek out. Anymore.
These concert tickets were not intended for us but we came into them in a profound way. They were purchased by Donna Hammond, a dear and longtime friend of my husband’s, as a celebration for her completion of chemotherapy and radiation. After battling breast cancer all of last year, she was in remission and her treatment was over. However, as one terrible event had come to an end, she and her family were struck with another blow.
Donna’s husband, Big Jim, died suddenly of a heart attack a couple weeks ago. My husband, and anyone who knows the Hammond family, was deeply shocked and saddened by the passing of this bigger than life patriarch. He was a sweet man who left a big imprint those he knew and loved, my husband included.
Donna and her daughter had to forego their Coldplay celebration but asked Corin and me to take their place at the show. We were honored by her generous request. The concert itself was a joyous, spirited, colorful celebration of music and life. It felt like the perfect representation of why Donna was going in the first place, fireworks and confetti included.
Our hearts were with the Hammonds last night and everything they’ve been through. The gratitude we felt is still with us today.
Who needs sleep anyway?