A Charmed Life?

Is it? I suppose some would say it is because it’s more that they can dream of and many others that would just look at mine and laugh but then there’s so many more out there that will never ever understand what it’s like to live in the world that I do. All in all or for the most part I guess you could call it this:

One thing that I’ve learned in my finite time here is that you’re never to old to learn something new.  

I was at a funeral today…I hope that’s not a typical thing for you because it ain’t for me either. The point is that I relearned something today and it was something I already knew; sometimes it takes a funeral to find your way back home. For reference, see this:


The day started out no different than any other but it was different. I dropped the minivan off for some service, then went home, got ready and went to the same church I was baptized in. It was my uncle’s funeral today. We all gathered at Redeemer, had the service and followed in procession to Bronzewood. I was in the 4th car. We laid my uncle to rest then off to Butterfield for the reception. After that, I raced back to the mechanic, paid my tab and went to the dealership. They drove me back to the car I was driving in which case I went to my aunts house who is now a member of those widows club just like yours truly. 

From there I was invited to the after party. First at Tracy’s then off to Ward Manor which is quite impressive…and these people consider themselves to be part of the family too. Some of us even say they are and I hope to someday too but the biggest surprise just came in the meantime.

I’m adopted and not happy about it. In the last few days, I turned 40 and wrote a letter to someone on that day. It took a week but earlier today, my father wrote me back.  Sometimes I guess it takes a funeral to find our way back home and I’m looking forward to finally getting to know the man who was responsible for bringing me into this world.

I guess all that leave’s us with is tomorrow an on that note, I leave you with this:

I don’t know about you but I’ve burned a lot of them…time to rebuild and cross them again, right?

Courtesy Call

So, I just got the call this morning and am still a little numb if not more so than when the call came through. My very small family just got a little smaller today as my uncle just died less than 24 hours ago. The news wasn’t so much of a surprise as is was expected but then again, when it finally happens, all proverbial bets are off and now it’s time to try and find the good times and celebrate the life of someone who we hope has gone on to a better place…and maybe, hopefully, he has although there’s no way of knowing for sure.

Maybe there isn’t anything else afterwards and this one life that we all have, is it? I’m not really sure about that either. I suppose that the one question that we all have to ask ourselves on a daily basis. While Miles has just left his earthly confines, the question really boils down to what do the rest of us do? 

Personally, I’ve been through this before but still I can’t begin to understand what my aunt is going through. I was only married for 10 years and we didn’t have any children; Carol and Miles were married for 50 years and had 3 childeren, one of them who didn’t even to make it to 35…he was pretty messed up but somehow we all overlook that and remember him for the good times…I really miss my cousin Matthew sometimes…it was a life cut too short, too soon, kind of like my wife’s. At times like this, I miss her more than ever although I know better than anyone else that she wasn’t perfect either…none of us are but that’s a different story altogether and I can thank my nephew for paraphrasing this:

All in all, it probably doesn’t matter to almost everyone else because deaths in the family are supposed to be a personal time, right? Maybe it’s true; that which doesn’t kill us inky makes us stronger and I think that I can finally say that it takes a death to finally make your way back home. Personally, I used to fear that man like he was a god or something like it. Well, he wasn’t a god and my little family just got a little bit smaller today. 
and I played this on the jukebox because ultimately we all are, right?

Live well my friends and don’t worry about tomorrow because that will take care of itself.