Southwest Sky

To me, this view never gets old. Same general direction … different day … 1/14/17 … 5:15 PM central standard time … China Grove Texas.  😊 

Remembering The Dash – My Brother Jimbo Pete

Today is rainy while last year on this day it was not.  He would have turned 56 not 55.  Beyond that, nothing has changed or everything has changed.  Weird way your mind interprets past events or just how time works.  Gone too soon is the only truth. May the perpetual light shine upon him.  One year ago today, I wrote the following for Facebook.   

Remembering the dash: January 14, 1961-July 19, 1999. Rest In Peace Brother. 

At his service when the Deacon asked if anyone wanted to say anything, I couldn’t. It was too raw. I always regretted not speaking. Yes, he was troubled but I remembered good times, the best of times and his funeral service was the time to talk about them.    

I wish I had shared that he walked me to my classroom every day in first grade because I was scared after a traumatic bus ride to Gevers Hall with nuns the year before (that is a funny story for another time). I vividly remember his friends teasing him but he walked me to the door despite that … EVERY single morning. 

When my thermos broke and there were shards of glass in my drink and he saw me crying because I was uber sensitive and stuff like that made me cry, he gave me the milk off his lunch tray going without.  

How he made me feel comfortable moving to a new home … introducing me to the neighbors … paving the way for friendship since he knew I was painfully shy.  

A multitude of more examples flood in.  Too many to post.  Thankfully they’re forever in my mind.  

What a beautiful day it was today! A wonderful day to remember what would have been his 55th birthday. I feel a mixture of both happy & sad. Days like this make me realize what’s important. Pay It Forward. Love your fellow humans. Life is short so make the most of each and every moment while you still can. ❤

If You’re So Inclined Part 3

Popo has his appointment to remove the nodules on his esophagus on 1/17/17.  Those are lucky numbers if I ever saw them right ?!?!?  Billy Bob is taking the day off and will drive him.  

At first his mom said not to bother.  They’d make other arrangements and be fine.  I just don’t get this … “blood” relations who might as well be strangers. She’s a piece of work but that’s a blog for another day … or never.  I’ve got better things to do and don’t need the negativity.  

Hopefully we’ll get a straight answer on Popo’s condition.  Like the telephone game, the story keeps changing. I’ve suggested B start attending all the appointments with him to hear things firsthand.  The time has come … a role reversal for sure.  

Anyway, if you’re so inclined we’d very much appreciate any healing thoughts and well wishes for our Popo.   After all, he is one of the guys who invented the Internet.  See prior blog post Butters and Strippers for details. 

Ya I know, that bit is getting old but I’m easily amused.  😂

As always, more to come.