Whether you fall means nothing at all, it’s whether you get up.
I’m embarking on my 3rd week of being here at my parent’s house.
It’s been more fun than I had imagined. Every day is full of some fun and greatness.
I get up semi-early, work all day, spend the afternoon with my dad on the farm, out with the dogs, playing with the horses, going out with friends or just staying in and watching movies.
However, with every great thing there always seems to be grief. Aside from the child rapist, my brother had a death in his high school; a girl named Nola was on her way to her own graduation and was hit by a truck and trailer and died instantly. The graduation ceremony was full of tears and grief. Nola was a good friend of Molly’s (my brother girlfriend). Molly, Morgan and every one else have been having a difficult time. I can’t even imagine. In fact, I didn’t even have an understanding of what it was like. Until my mom, Diann and I took some food to Nola’s family from our Relay For Life Team after one of our events. We didn’t expect for Nola’s step-dad and mom to be home. It wasn’t so hard meeting her step-dad, in fact we wouldn’t have even known who he was to her until he asked his wife to come over and meet us. The way she moved wretched me, you could feel her hurt from fifteen feet away. The look in her eyes, her unsteady hand, and the way she walked towards us just to say thank you. I looked at her and cried. I told her that there are no words for this and she shook her head knowing exactly what I meant. It was heartbreaking. I’m glad we went. No one was really there but maybe their immediate family. No cards or any sort of thing from other people in the community.
There is really nowhere else to go with this post after the news about Nola.
However my mom did get a phone call tonight from her brother she’s not spoke to in a few years telling her that her father who abandoned her mom and her siblings passed away today. She didn’t shed a tear, and I don’t blame her.
I met him once to my recollection. He said, “Don’t you know who I am? I’m ____ (cause I really don’t know his name) I’m your grandpa!” From what I remember I retorted, “No I don’t know who you are. You’re not my grandpa.” Mind you the time we met was at my grandmothers funeral.
Wow this has turned into a lovely post.
I’d share all the good news, but my friends already know about my fun times except maybe poor Ashlee, Ash it deals with vodka, karaoke, and a guy or four. This coming weekend should be fun, a bunch of us are going to Shadow Lake. Scary! If you think you’re bold enough to join the road trip, lemme know!
It’s been more fun than I had imagined. Every day is full of some fun and greatness.
I get up semi-early, work all day, spend the afternoon with my dad on the farm, out with the dogs, playing with the horses, going out with friends or just staying in and watching movies.
However, with every great thing there always seems to be grief. Aside from the child rapist, my brother had a death in his high school; a girl named Nola was on her way to her own graduation and was hit by a truck and trailer and died instantly. The graduation ceremony was full of tears and grief. Nola was a good friend of Molly’s (my brother girlfriend). Molly, Morgan and every one else have been having a difficult time. I can’t even imagine. In fact, I didn’t even have an understanding of what it was like. Until my mom, Diann and I took some food to Nola’s family from our Relay For Life Team after one of our events. We didn’t expect for Nola’s step-dad and mom to be home. It wasn’t so hard meeting her step-dad, in fact we wouldn’t have even known who he was to her until he asked his wife to come over and meet us. The way she moved wretched me, you could feel her hurt from fifteen feet away. The look in her eyes, her unsteady hand, and the way she walked towards us just to say thank you. I looked at her and cried. I told her that there are no words for this and she shook her head knowing exactly what I meant. It was heartbreaking. I’m glad we went. No one was really there but maybe their immediate family. No cards or any sort of thing from other people in the community.
There is really nowhere else to go with this post after the news about Nola.
However my mom did get a phone call tonight from her brother she’s not spoke to in a few years telling her that her father who abandoned her mom and her siblings passed away today. She didn’t shed a tear, and I don’t blame her.
I met him once to my recollection. He said, “Don’t you know who I am? I’m ____ (cause I really don’t know his name) I’m your grandpa!” From what I remember I retorted, “No I don’t know who you are. You’re not my grandpa.” Mind you the time we met was at my grandmothers funeral.
Wow this has turned into a lovely post.
I’d share all the good news, but my friends already know about my fun times except maybe poor Ashlee, Ash it deals with vodka, karaoke, and a guy or four. This coming weekend should be fun, a bunch of us are going to Shadow Lake. Scary! If you think you’re bold enough to join the road trip, lemme know!