So, as this has not been a blog I have shared yet, things have changed very drastically. It all just happened so quickly. We jumped from my previous post, which was posted a couple of weeks after my father-in-law's diagnoses, to now. What is happening now? Well, for those that are not on my social media accounts, one of my favorite people passed.
This one hits harder than others for me. I had a good and relatively close relationship with John. I consistently saw him year after year and therefore grew to have a bond. A bond I will always treasure, and even though he has passed from this world, I do not feel this bond has diminished.
My mother, in all of her sage wisdom, said it best. This was something someone once told her. I'm paraphrasing, "We do not mourn for the sadness of the loss of a loved one. We mourn for ourselves because we don't get to have more time with them." This is a more than truthful sentiment that I take into every day.
I take this as the reality that helps me cope with all of this. It is the same way that I dealt with the loss of my grandmother earlier this year. I surround myself with belongings, photos, and memories of him. With that, he isn't truly gone. He's with us, right here, right now. Sure, it sucks that we do not hear his voice when we speak. On the other hand, we knew him well enough to know what he would tell us. We know what kind of even-handed advice he would give.
So there it is. WWJD. Not what would Jesus do? What would John do? What would John say? I believe he'd make a "John Classic" cup of coffee (that's my definition of a brew from the man). He would say exactly what we all know. This sucks. It just fuckin' sucks. We have to make the best of a bad situation. I know he would do his best to put a smile on his face a move forward into each new day.
We will get there. We will do it together. Family is what you choose it to be. I love this family. I love knowing that we will be ok. Just ok, for now, is good enough. I choose to take it a day at a time and live for John. What a start to a new year! Think about it.
I will always take an extra moment to savor each coffee I drink. I will commit to appreciating the intricacies of a fine single malt scotch. I will press myself to live life, give love, and appreciate people without judgment. I will take the time to hear a good story and tell a good story whenever I have to opportunity. I will continue with my dry sense of humor and share it, for better or worse, with everyone.
These are the ways I honor John. These are the ways I will continue his memory and legacy. How will you honor him? If you did not know him, how will you honor those you have loved and lost? How will you disband your regret and gather your courage to charge into each new day? Love to you all.
This one hits harder than others for me. I had a good and relatively close relationship with John. I consistently saw him year after year and therefore grew to have a bond. A bond I will always treasure, and even though he has passed from this world, I do not feel this bond has diminished.
My mother, in all of her sage wisdom, said it best. This was something someone once told her. I'm paraphrasing, "We do not mourn for the sadness of the loss of a loved one. We mourn for ourselves because we don't get to have more time with them." This is a more than truthful sentiment that I take into every day.
I take this as the reality that helps me cope with all of this. It is the same way that I dealt with the loss of my grandmother earlier this year. I surround myself with belongings, photos, and memories of him. With that, he isn't truly gone. He's with us, right here, right now. Sure, it sucks that we do not hear his voice when we speak. On the other hand, we knew him well enough to know what he would tell us. We know what kind of even-handed advice he would give.
So there it is. WWJD. Not what would Jesus do? What would John do? What would John say? I believe he'd make a "John Classic" cup of coffee (that's my definition of a brew from the man). He would say exactly what we all know. This sucks. It just fuckin' sucks. We have to make the best of a bad situation. I know he would do his best to put a smile on his face a move forward into each new day.
We will get there. We will do it together. Family is what you choose it to be. I love this family. I love knowing that we will be ok. Just ok, for now, is good enough. I choose to take it a day at a time and live for John. What a start to a new year! Think about it.
I will always take an extra moment to savor each coffee I drink. I will commit to appreciating the intricacies of a fine single malt scotch. I will press myself to live life, give love, and appreciate people without judgment. I will take the time to hear a good story and tell a good story whenever I have to opportunity. I will continue with my dry sense of humor and share it, for better or worse, with everyone.
These are the ways I honor John. These are the ways I will continue his memory and legacy. How will you honor him? If you did not know him, how will you honor those you have loved and lost? How will you disband your regret and gather your courage to charge into each new day? Love to you all.
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