youngins
a couple years ago, this young man died who had everything going for him: had a good sum of money, if wealthy isnt the word, good looking, a beautiful family, around 30, charming. And soon tragedy strikes out of nowhere. For me, it hurts just a little more when someone so young has died and their death have been totally preventable as opposed to an older, wiser person who has had their long life and finally just came to a rest. His daughters were aobut 4 and 6 and now must me raised by a single mother, widowed also too young. I cannot imagine their pain- how do you go on? but they have, as its been around 2 years now and I had the chance encounter of serving them with a friend at johnny rockets, and they were the most lively pair of girls I had ever come across. Best customers Tony and I had ever had.
and today, I have had to go to his brother's funeral. see this man also had a twin brother, and with all the same qualities- except this one, Dax, left behind a baby boy and a little girl. I saw their grandmother stand before the crowd, trying not to sob as she remembered the good memories she had shared with her grandsons, both of whom are gone now. I saw the estranged mother come to the burial and say a few words over his casket which included her thanks to God for letting her have these two beautiful boys as sons and for the fact that they were able to have children that would forever remind her of them- aand how she now gives them both back to Him. and then she left without saying a word to anyone else. How his dad, nowwith out any sons had to stand and shakethe hands of everyone and how this nightmare would never leave him not the next day or the next.
Farewell, to my dad's friends who were never less than kind to me...
who failed the last battles against their own addictions..
who still tried, nevertheless
and today, I have had to go to his brother's funeral. see this man also had a twin brother, and with all the same qualities- except this one, Dax, left behind a baby boy and a little girl. I saw their grandmother stand before the crowd, trying not to sob as she remembered the good memories she had shared with her grandsons, both of whom are gone now. I saw the estranged mother come to the burial and say a few words over his casket which included her thanks to God for letting her have these two beautiful boys as sons and for the fact that they were able to have children that would forever remind her of them- aand how she now gives them both back to Him. and then she left without saying a word to anyone else. How his dad, nowwith out any sons had to stand and shakethe hands of everyone and how this nightmare would never leave him not the next day or the next.
Farewell, to my dad's friends who were never less than kind to me...
who failed the last battles against their own addictions..
who still tried, nevertheless