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I think I’m posting this here because I know no one will read it. Somehow, my life has spiraled out of control. Just when I thought I got it under control, it got away from me again. You know, the obvious thing to post here is, why me. But then there are others that are going through worse than me. So I try to endure. But it’s just getting so hard. Suck it up, I guess. What else can I do?

O…..brother, not again…

Whelp… Better luck next time, O’s. Way too much red at the OPACY however…

In Memoriam To My Friend, Steve

Recently, I have felt a brush with my own mortality, as someone who I went to high school with, who was pretty close to the same age as myself, passed away after suffering a heart attack. My heart sank, and I have been in a funk ever since. I quickly raced to find my old yearbook, looking up old pictures, chuckling over out dated fashion senses, and laughing over quotes in my yearbook. The one quote that kept coming back to me however, seemed to be the common tag in most of the signatures.

Keep In Touch.

And that’s when it hit me. I haven’t kept in touch with hardly anyone. Names of individuals that I thought I would know throughout my entire life, are pretty much echoes in the wind.

Now, thanks to the inventions of social media, such as Facebook, I have re-connected with many of them. Actually, I have a subject on that that I will save for a latter blog.

There are times when I wish I didn’t go so far away, that I could have stayed in my friends lives longer and shared with their joys and sorrows. But I guess, as I think about it, it’s a selfish request on my part. Anyway, that’s neither here nor there. This is about my friend Steve.

Who, if I remember how he was, would be poking me and telling me, “When are you gonna get around to talking about me, Guzie?” I’m getting to it, Doc!

I can joke like that because he was my friend. And a wonderful friend he was.

When I think back to the type of person my friend Steve was, I keep coming back to the same phrase. “What a great guy.”

Normally, that’s a phrase you reserve for someone you don’t know very well, or that you want a statement to use when looking for a compliment. But not in this case. When I think back to high school memories, to the various cliq’s that permeate in such an environment, I remember that everyone loved Steve back then. And I mean, everyone! Really, I can’t remember him having any enemies. And I went to a public high school!

Even later in life, he found happiness with his lovely wife. I envy his fortune at finding someone to share in his good times and bad.

So, yeah. That’s the phrase I would associate with him. “What a Great Guy.”

There was a quote from an old Peanuts comic strip that went something like this. “Why can’t we all just get in a circle and stay together? I guess that wouldn’t work. Because someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say goodbye. I hate goodbyes. I know what I need. I need more hellos.”

I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately. It’s funny what you think about when you try to get introspective, isn’t it?

So, to my friend, Steve. I didn’t get to share in your life anymore after high school. But I won’t say good-bye. Instead, I will find joy in all of the great memories you gave me in life, and treasure them always. And, I’ll just say, until I get to say hello to you again. You will be missed.

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Hope you bear with me. I’m still trying to figure this out. In a nutshell, I’m an overgrown kid. If it wasn’t so expensive to be one, I’d still be a Toys ‘R Us kid. My life’s an open book. Have a question? Feel free to ask!

WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

Sitting in a cradle in a church. I remember someone, an older lady, shaking my tiny hand. It’s strange, I don’t remember anything after that, but this was I believe my first cognizant memory.