Let the Counting Commence!
This year’s response to The Finest, the annual poll by Crescenta Valley Weekly on the best services, people, events and more, has been overwhelming. As I write this, thousands of votes are being counted to determine who and what stands out as The Finest, that is, what is considered the very best (at least by CV Weekly readers). As the ballots are being tabulated, the “counters” are carefully guarding the votes. So we here at CV Weekly don’t know who is ahead in any category and are as anxious as our readers to find out who will be crowned The Finest.
It’s not just bragging rights that the winners will earn; they will also be invited to the exclusive Crescenta Valley Weekly Finest party held at the end of September. For the past three years, the party has been at Deukmejian Wilderness Park, the three-time winner of The Finest Sunset View. Will it be held there again this September? Time will tell.
After the ballots are counted, we’ll assemble the results in a magazine that will be distributed at the end of September. You’ll be able to easily access The Finest when deciding on a service, activity, dining destination, etc.
Thank you to everyone who took the time to cast their ballot and urged their friends, families and clients to do so, too. I consider it a privilege to share with you who and what our readers have deemed The Finest.
As many of you who read this column regularly know, the first part of 2015 was particularly tough for me. Among the losses the Goldsworthy family suffered was the loss of my dog Whiskey. He was with us over 13 years and we thought he was around 4 years old when we got him, so he was a special part of our family for a long time. This week a friend of mine also lost her dog, a little Italian greyhound. The pain she and her husband is suffering is so sad and I totally understand what she’s going through.
I was reading her posts on Facebook and the outpouring of love and support from her friends and acquaintances is incredible. It reminded me of the love and support I received when Whiskey died, then shortly after when my sister died. In addition to my good friends and family members who wrote notes of encouragement on FB and also sent cards, called and texted, I was touched by those who I’m not so close to who took the time to extend their sympathy.
But for every yin there’s a yang. I also realized that there were some who I didn’t hear from that I thought I would have. It surprised me and, in some cases, saddened me. It also gave me pause to consider the transition in relationships from “friend” to “acquaintance” or (worse case scenario) “enemy.” I remembered (and have written about it before) the essay about how some people come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime (search the Internet for “reason, season or lifetime” and you should find the entire work). It’s hard to reconcile when a relationship changes and the person you thought would be in your life forever is no longer a part of it. But one would think that suffering a significant loss would generate some form of sympathy even from a person who is no longer a close friend.
This realization is a reminder of how precious people are who lend a hand and reach out to offer comfort … they are the ones who help keep us going especially when times are tough.