Sometimes things happen that cannot really be explained logically. These things can take on many forms; Life, love, stress and struggle. And sometimes true tragedy happens. This last week has been no exception for me and my family. What you're about to read is an emotional expression of a first hand account of burying a friend.
Yesterday morning I had to bury a family friend. A family member really, one I had only recently come to know. Its quite a thing to grab a shovel in your hand and know that what you're about to do signifies a great and true finality, an end to something. Its symbolic both good and bad to sink the blade into the top soil, depress downward and pry up a mound of Earth, set aside and repeat process. Its quite a thing. You see, a pet is a family member in my eyes and even once removed, while living in proximity, a pet is still a family member all the same. Yesterday I was to bury a family member.
Do you express personal disgust at yourself for literally throwing dirt on their faces? Do you take pride in doing this great deed? Both really. You treat the situation as respectfully as possible, despite the nature of it all. You take the time to wrap them in a cloth and put their favorite possession within their grip and you take another moment afterward to do what you must to fully appreciate the situation. A moment of silence in many ways. You think inward.
Her name was George, and she will be missed.
Friday, June 20, 2014
A twinvasion indeed! A word I made up by cleverly adjoining two words together; "Twin" and "Invasion." A word I've come to describe the third great chapter in my life, this being my thirties. Of course I'm already two years into this (and a half!) realm but I'm finding sometimes a period of acclimation is necessary.
A year ago had someone told me I was going to be the father of fraternal twins I would have spit my beer all over them. Had they mentioned in addendum to that that I would become the defacto stepfather to another set of nine-year-old twins simultaneously I might have taken another swig and proceeded to exhale it all over the individual telling me this. Had they mentioned that the set of twin black kittens I had recently acquired acted as the harbinger of all of this... well I might have simply stopped believing you. I mean, how is that possible?
Its true, an invasion of sorts has taken place within the last year, and it came in waves of two's. The tides have reached their highest point and the waters are beginning to recede. Though I'm not finding destruction in their wake, but absolute creation. Sure, the wave came crashing over my adventurous twenties, putting a very symbolic end to the aimless and rowdy ways I had come to expect as normal. Leaving behind what is seeming to be a fertile land to thrive upon, this tsunami has carved rivers and valleys and revealed bountiful lands that were otherwise veiled behind the coastal fog.
Fatherhood. Here goes!