My Best Friend's Eulogy
In fact, the first time she visited my newly built home in Atlanta, she pointed out all the quirky things our builder had done. Things that didn't make sense to her. Things I never would have noticed. Ever. YOU KNOW, THE BUILDER SHOULD HAVE LEFT 12 INCHES BETWEEN THE EDGE OF YOUR BATHROOM SINK AND THE WALL. (paraphrased, obviously). And for the next nine years, I always cursed the builder every time I banged my elbow on the wall next to my sink. Because Leah was right. There wasn't enough space.