Link to Part 1 and Part 2 and Part 3 and Part 4 and Part 5
That light is brightly shining
Anyhow part numero cuarto. Despite all that has happened, we are faithful. Just when you think you can’t take anymore, you don’t have to, something changes. It’s inevitable. We learned that the good outweighs the bad and even in the bad there is always-always-always a silver lining. ALWAYS! We are living an extraordinary life … not by universal standards mind you but by our own sometimes delirious minds. We are truly blessed beyond measure!
Can you dig it?
As always, more to come.
Link to Part 1 and Part 2 and Part 3 and Part 4
Ah ha! We meet again.
Anyhow part numero tres. TEN YEARS … almost. July 2, 2016 marks the 10th anniversary of D’s death. Time flies when you’re having fun and even when you aren’t. Feels like yesterday. Hard to believe.
In the time since he’s been gone, here are some of our most memorable moments: the October 30, 2006 random act of violence aka car chase gone bad aka God won’t give you more than you can handle, work injury, more cancer and more dying, the fall, unintended consequences of the fall, other unmentionables and most recently death again. <insert into this 2017 edition Lulu’s cyst>
As always, more to come
RIP Sister-Auntie BAW. May the perpetual light shine upon her
Link to Part 1 and Part 2 and Part 3
WAKE UP It’s Tomorrow
Anyhow part numero dos. When Pony Boy answered his phone it was surreal. I could swear I was talking to Billy’s brother. Exact … same … voice. The briefest thought, who is this man??? I must have dialed the wrong number … this is certainly not my baby. It took me a second to realize my mind was playing tricks on me. Pony may look a lot like me and act a lot like me but his mannerisms, sense of humor, interests and ideology are classic Uncle D. And that sassy, sarcastic wit makes me proud since underneath it all is such wonderful goodness. I’ll never forget the first time I heard my own smart a$$ remarks made back to me. Of course I laughed while Billy says “way to go Jill, now you’re just encouraging him” But you gotta laugh … am I right?!?!
As always, more to come.
Keep on smiling; until we meet again
Link to Part 1 and Link to Part 2
…And here is the extra part …
So I called Pony Boy since I knew Billy was driving. I NEVER call Billy when I know he’s on the road … I wait until he is swinging scaffold 22 stories up at the Broadway … cracker box condominiums to super star athletes and those who know how the other ½ lives … selling for the low low price of 1 million per. But I digress … so back to task … the reason that I call him while he is swinging in the breeze is just to say “hey” … Not really … I never say hey 😉 He will always answer my calls in spite of all my It Can Wait! Warning … which I give endlessly because I am the consummate insurance professional.
<End of public service announcement>
As always, more to come.
Link to part one
… And here’s the more that was to come …
Anyhow, we were still stranded and not sure what to do. We had called Roadside assist but I wanted Billy to talk me through whatever they might throw my way. All of this happened before the Tiger Sanitation Good Samaritans stopped to help us. Eastside and proud baby because we were parked at the Valero in Lakeside!! Oh the memories of late nights in Lakeside Park but those are stories for another day. Say what you will about living in da hood just know that there are good peeps all around!
That is all for now ~ As always, more to come …though I may have mis-counted; my novella just grew by one part.
I always wanted to be a writer, for as long as I can remember. However I don’t have a complete story in me just all these little bits and pieces. The following was written over a series of days in May of 2016. There are six parts that I will post in a single day. Gotta love the technology.
Last weekend when we had car trouble, Billy Bob and Pony Boy were headed to the ranch. Of course they were … nothing bad can happen when Billy is here to help. I could write an anthology of “things that go wrong when Big B. is out-of-town” which used to be ALL the freaking time. Getting older has perks. The youngsters get to “enjoy” all the business travel these days.
That is all for now ~ As always, more to come.
The bolded was written a year ago and while our current state has nothing to do with puppy love, the message of unconditional acceptance of circumstance is universal. At any moment, life can kick you in the proverbial nuts. I’ll never know what that truly feels like but according to Big B, it’s a blinding pain. Doubled over … to your knees … torture. Anyway, here goes nothing.
A memory … 8th grade graduation … after the Mass, in the gym …
I told my beloved that I’d miss him and I never wanted to leave the gym that night. He would be going to public school next year, me to SGH so we’d rarely if ever see each other again. My heart was breaking.
You see I loved him! As much as he loved me. Well at least as much as someone can at the age of 13. And the love was real despite what anyone said. Despite how he replied which was to say “I won’t miss anything about this place sadly even you. I can’t wait to get the hell out of here. I can’t wait for my life begin”
Audible gasp, arrow straight through the heart. How would I survive? We stayed in the gym, drinking punch. I was pulled up to the stage for pictures, laughing, smiling, pictures that he is not even in.
But you see, there was nothing to ‘survive’. Life goes on … merrily blissfully on and what happens is what is supposed to be. Too damn bad that you can’t see that at the time. After a multitude of life’s lessons, I finally understand now … it could be worse, always always always. In hindsight, things work out for the BEST. Always always always. Everything is as it should be. Always, always, always.
I started this blog in earnest in July of 2016 right before Lulu went away to school. This random writing was something I posted to Facebook in May 2016 pre-blog in preparation for what was to come. I posted it where only I could see it; I didn’t post it to the world. It came up in my memories today and I thought I would share. I always wanted to be a writer, for as long as I can remember. However I don’t have a complete story in me just all these little bits and pieces. Instead I settle for being a voracious reader and lover of all art in every form.
5/14/16 – Excerpt from my story. This is a work of fiction. Any reference to actual people is merely coincidental.
You mess with the bull you’re gonna get the horns says the principal in The Breakfast Club. I wanted this to turnout like Some Kind of Wonderful … in a cheesy perfected movie script kind of way.
But no, that’s not real life. Real life is messy and full of preachy, judging people. I do it too, unintentionally but damn it hurts so any time I become aware I am not living the golden rule, I’m going to snap myself back into reality and just quit that shit. Because it HURTS and I would never want someone else to feel this way … embarrassed … ashamed … feeling unworthy and not good enough and well, that just sucks.
So instead I will smile and wave boys,smile and wave just like the cute lil penguins of Madagasgar. Ha! and I feel somewhat better. At a minimum, I am amused … movie lines serving as a script for my life.
As always, more to come …