1/3 Century (Rounded to the nearest whole number)
33 years survived. No fanfare as yet, but maybe this weekend. Spent a quiet night with Bekkah out at Ray's Boathouse to indulge in Alaskan king crab and a delicious strip steak. Stopped by the blues club to hang with otosan and listen to open mic night. It was good to see him again, especially since he's moving to Canada next week. I'm reminded of a speech turned pop song...
"Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young. "
otosan is one of those precious few. I met him in 2nd grade, and we've been through a lot together, from schools, to women, to brushes with the law. Our discussion last night was morbid in places, and got me thinking about the losses that I have been peripherally connected to. In my lifetime, I have only lost one person close to me. My grandfather died a few years back and it made for a very rough time. I've lost other grandparents, but I was never as close to them so their departure was manageable. Other than that, its been trying to empathize with the losses of friends, and looking in at the turmoil caused by their tragedy, safely on the outside.
There have been many losses. More than a dozen deaths within two steps of separation, not counting those taken by old age. There will be countless more, certain as taxes, and while it saddens me, it also concerns me that I am not more alarmed by it. My stoic nature is actually bothering me. I think they call that irony.
While there are deaths, there are also new lives. My 2nd niece was born on Oct 24, full of heath and babycute. My brother and his wife were agonizing about the fate of their San Diego home which was being threatened by the fires of SoCal, and the baby decided all this stress was not her thing. So out she came, almost a month early. Impatient from day -1. I'm looking forward to being an uncle.
Anyway, I'm alive. I'm happy. I'm thankful for my life and my friends who help make my life what it is.
And speaking to you now, who would be interested in a week in NOLA during Jazzfest this year?
"Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young. "
otosan is one of those precious few. I met him in 2nd grade, and we've been through a lot together, from schools, to women, to brushes with the law. Our discussion last night was morbid in places, and got me thinking about the losses that I have been peripherally connected to. In my lifetime, I have only lost one person close to me. My grandfather died a few years back and it made for a very rough time. I've lost other grandparents, but I was never as close to them so their departure was manageable. Other than that, its been trying to empathize with the losses of friends, and looking in at the turmoil caused by their tragedy, safely on the outside.
There have been many losses. More than a dozen deaths within two steps of separation, not counting those taken by old age. There will be countless more, certain as taxes, and while it saddens me, it also concerns me that I am not more alarmed by it. My stoic nature is actually bothering me. I think they call that irony.
While there are deaths, there are also new lives. My 2nd niece was born on Oct 24, full of heath and babycute. My brother and his wife were agonizing about the fate of their San Diego home which was being threatened by the fires of SoCal, and the baby decided all this stress was not her thing. So out she came, almost a month early. Impatient from day -1. I'm looking forward to being an uncle.
Anyway, I'm alive. I'm happy. I'm thankful for my life and my friends who help make my life what it is.
And speaking to you now, who would be interested in a week in NOLA during Jazzfest this year?