Here's a quote from Bugs Bunny that I think should be dedicated to the year 2013... "Don't think it hasn't been a little slice of heaven... Cause it hasn't." The year 2013 was filled with more loss than gain. Unfortunately, my sister, Robin, won the prize for the most loss during the year, but fortunately, she may have hit bottom. With full force. And ass first.
It began with the news that Dad would be gone in six months. We loved both our parents, but we had "our parent." I was a Mama's boy, while Robin was Daddy's little girl. We knew that last Christmas was literally the last Christmas for my Dad. He wouldn't see another New Year beyond 2013. Robin said goodbye to "her parent" on April 15th in the afternoon. For me, the rest of the year was a bounce up. But, for Robin, she didn't stop there. She tumbled further downhill.
By early May, Robin found out, via a co-worker, that her only daughter had gotten arrested for being involved with someone operating a meth lab. Jessica is what I call "a lost soul of the world." She wasn't sure where to turn when times got tough. She took what she could and she got dealt a rough hand. She'll find her way someday. But for Robin, the only way to see her daughter is with a glass wall between them and a phone on the wall. An actual court date has yet to occur, so Robin's wait continues.
Robin's next unforgiving task was to help clean out the home of our parents. Cleaning out years of memories was no small task. She had to prepare to say goodbye to the physical location, while grasping and recording all possible memories in her mind. From the age of ten, she had experienced a lot at Rural Route 4 Box 125. Not to mention, over the telephone line of 778-3717 that ended at that address. The final parting was difficult. It would never be the same.
By Fall came the final "icing on the cake." She lost her home. On one hand, it sounded like a shady deal; but on the other, it was the work of some unforeseen force. Robin got the boot from an unseen someone, whether she wanted it or not. To be forced out of a rut that she had been in for a while. It was the home where she raised two kids, watched her husband part this world, and received the news of numerous family members deaths. She faced a lot of work on a haunted house, whose spirits needed to be set free, including Robin's.
Although she's doing well (at least from what we can see), I still offer her these words...
Robin, our parents died, but we didn't. They gave us life and expect us to live it. As I've grown older, I've realized how time quickly flies. Mama has been gone now over five years, but worse, I can still remember Grandma Marshall's funeral from over 25 years ago. Has it really been that long!?
We can't waste time on the trivial. A place to live is important, but it is exactly that... A place to live and it can be just about anywhere. It's not for mourning, or worrying, but for living and soaking in life. Making every moment count as much as possible. And remember it's not about stuff. Get over the materialistic. I have.
Make yourself some goals. Make yourself do them. Make yourself enjoy every moment. Someday, you'll wake up and everyone that you've missed will be there to greet you. But now is not that time.
CSM
It began with the news that Dad would be gone in six months. We loved both our parents, but we had "our parent." I was a Mama's boy, while Robin was Daddy's little girl. We knew that last Christmas was literally the last Christmas for my Dad. He wouldn't see another New Year beyond 2013. Robin said goodbye to "her parent" on April 15th in the afternoon. For me, the rest of the year was a bounce up. But, for Robin, she didn't stop there. She tumbled further downhill.
By early May, Robin found out, via a co-worker, that her only daughter had gotten arrested for being involved with someone operating a meth lab. Jessica is what I call "a lost soul of the world." She wasn't sure where to turn when times got tough. She took what she could and she got dealt a rough hand. She'll find her way someday. But for Robin, the only way to see her daughter is with a glass wall between them and a phone on the wall. An actual court date has yet to occur, so Robin's wait continues.
Robin's next unforgiving task was to help clean out the home of our parents. Cleaning out years of memories was no small task. She had to prepare to say goodbye to the physical location, while grasping and recording all possible memories in her mind. From the age of ten, she had experienced a lot at Rural Route 4 Box 125. Not to mention, over the telephone line of 778-3717 that ended at that address. The final parting was difficult. It would never be the same.
By Fall came the final "icing on the cake." She lost her home. On one hand, it sounded like a shady deal; but on the other, it was the work of some unforeseen force. Robin got the boot from an unseen someone, whether she wanted it or not. To be forced out of a rut that she had been in for a while. It was the home where she raised two kids, watched her husband part this world, and received the news of numerous family members deaths. She faced a lot of work on a haunted house, whose spirits needed to be set free, including Robin's.
Although she's doing well (at least from what we can see), I still offer her these words...
Robin, our parents died, but we didn't. They gave us life and expect us to live it. As I've grown older, I've realized how time quickly flies. Mama has been gone now over five years, but worse, I can still remember Grandma Marshall's funeral from over 25 years ago. Has it really been that long!?
We can't waste time on the trivial. A place to live is important, but it is exactly that... A place to live and it can be just about anywhere. It's not for mourning, or worrying, but for living and soaking in life. Making every moment count as much as possible. And remember it's not about stuff. Get over the materialistic. I have.
Make yourself some goals. Make yourself do them. Make yourself enjoy every moment. Someday, you'll wake up and everyone that you've missed will be there to greet you. But now is not that time.
CSM
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