Day 30 - The Best (And Worst) of the Past 30 Days
Best: Picking strawberries with my father.
Worst: Jim's passing.
Everything else just seems to fall in between.
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There's a tradition that I started a few years ago, when my grandfather died, that my father claims is stupid. He's never said it to my face, but when he tells people what I do, I can tell he doesn't take it seriously.
But he knows it's how I cope, and he doesn't stop me.
When my grandfather died, I never got to say one last goodbye. There was so much that I thought of telling him AFTER his passing, and it brought me grief knowing that I couldn't let him know what I'd wanted to say.
So I wrote him a letter.
And I took that letter, sealed it in a bottle, and dropped it in the waters of the Wye River, by the mouth of the bay. I knew God would make sure it wound up in the right hands.
I have had to do it three times since then (for my friend P.J., Jim's father, and Shady), and tonight will be my fourth. Tonight is the most special, in my opinion. It is my fifth bottle, and it goes to my best friend, Jimmy.
There is so much I regret not telling him. I wish I had swallowed my pride and confessed that I still loved him. I still do.
But tonight, Dwayne's going with me. It's going to be my first time without Jimmy by my side.
Since it's for him...
Tonight seals the feelings I have for him. This is it. And after I dust his ashes on the bay on Thursday (as requested), I never have to touch sand again.
And it's going to be a long while before I can do it without him.
Worst: Jim's passing.
Everything else just seems to fall in between.
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There's a tradition that I started a few years ago, when my grandfather died, that my father claims is stupid. He's never said it to my face, but when he tells people what I do, I can tell he doesn't take it seriously.
But he knows it's how I cope, and he doesn't stop me.
When my grandfather died, I never got to say one last goodbye. There was so much that I thought of telling him AFTER his passing, and it brought me grief knowing that I couldn't let him know what I'd wanted to say.
So I wrote him a letter.
And I took that letter, sealed it in a bottle, and dropped it in the waters of the Wye River, by the mouth of the bay. I knew God would make sure it wound up in the right hands.
I have had to do it three times since then (for my friend P.J., Jim's father, and Shady), and tonight will be my fourth. Tonight is the most special, in my opinion. It is my fifth bottle, and it goes to my best friend, Jimmy.
There is so much I regret not telling him. I wish I had swallowed my pride and confessed that I still loved him. I still do.
But tonight, Dwayne's going with me. It's going to be my first time without Jimmy by my side.
Since it's for him...
Tonight seals the feelings I have for him. This is it. And after I dust his ashes on the bay on Thursday (as requested), I never have to touch sand again.
And it's going to be a long while before I can do it without him.