Dark Night
8 years ago
Friday, July 17, 2009
Hmmm
Isn't it funny how as teenagers we had no problem telling our parents how the world worked because we knew everything..... and as adults we have no problem telling our teenagers how the world works because we know everything?
Sunday, July 05, 2009
I get it now
I've been thinking a lot about life lately.
Dale's father died last Tuesday (6/30). I didn't know him very long. I met him for the first time about 8 months ago. I wish I had met him when I was born. And I wish I had pictures to show you.
Dale's father was a very different sort of person... at least in my life experience. He was opposite of me politically.... and generationally (is that a word?).
But he had this "thing" about him that was so special. He was the kind of man who would reach out and befriend someone he didn't know. He was the kind of man who would mentor people younger and help them succeed. He was the kind of man who was worth his word. And he was funny as hell.
Most importantly, he accepted me as a member of his family from the second I met him and I am not exaggerating. He treated me like I was already married to Dale... like I was his daughter.
Three hours after Dale found out about his father's death, he found out that his brother Dusty had committed suicide next door to him.
I cannot imagine the anguish he went through that night. How does a person handle that?
I went with him to tell his mother the next morning. THANKFULLY she had already found out and Dale didn't have to tell her himself.. thank God for that. Thank God.
Fast forward to today.
I've sat with a woman who was in so much shock that she couldn't make a decision and was looking at me to help.
I've called my love to tell him goodnight in the middle of the worst night his life.... and I couldn't be there with him.
I've confirmed my belief that you can't judge a book by it's cover.
I've realized that I need a plan and I need to know my parents' plans.
I've realized that "my" world is not the same as "the" world.
And I have stayed up the better part of 5 days now and I am tired as hell.
Dale's father died last Tuesday (6/30). I didn't know him very long. I met him for the first time about 8 months ago. I wish I had met him when I was born. And I wish I had pictures to show you.
Dale's father was a very different sort of person... at least in my life experience. He was opposite of me politically.... and generationally (is that a word?).
But he had this "thing" about him that was so special. He was the kind of man who would reach out and befriend someone he didn't know. He was the kind of man who would mentor people younger and help them succeed. He was the kind of man who was worth his word. And he was funny as hell.
Most importantly, he accepted me as a member of his family from the second I met him and I am not exaggerating. He treated me like I was already married to Dale... like I was his daughter.
Three hours after Dale found out about his father's death, he found out that his brother Dusty had committed suicide next door to him.
I cannot imagine the anguish he went through that night. How does a person handle that?
I went with him to tell his mother the next morning. THANKFULLY she had already found out and Dale didn't have to tell her himself.. thank God for that. Thank God.
Fast forward to today.
I've sat with a woman who was in so much shock that she couldn't make a decision and was looking at me to help.
I've called my love to tell him goodnight in the middle of the worst night his life.... and I couldn't be there with him.
I've confirmed my belief that you can't judge a book by it's cover.
I've realized that I need a plan and I need to know my parents' plans.
I've realized that "my" world is not the same as "the" world.
And I have stayed up the better part of 5 days now and I am tired as hell.
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