so yesterday was hard. very hard. funerals always make me so sad…i know that they are supposed to be a time of remembrance and reflection and joy of a person’s life but i am always sad. i have really only been to three that i remember. i remember aaron hawk’s, my aunt patty’s and now my uncle jimmy’s. i fell apart at all of them. the thing is, i didn’t know any of them all that well. i knew them all, but it’s not like i talked with them regularly or anything like that. i didn’t only cry at their funerals but i cried when i found out that all of them had passed. i’m just an emotional person when it comes to that kind of stuff. i remember where i was every time too. with aaron it was valentine’s day and i was sitting in songsters when major mark bell came in and announced it. with my aunt patty it was new years day and my uncle, cousin and i had just gotten back from golfing. with jimmy i was reading my devotions on my couch and my mom called me and told me. i guess those things just stick with you. i don’t know. it was really hard to see my uncle’s family and friends all so devastated. he and his wife had only been married for about a year. he was his son’s best friend and he had so many other close friends. it is weird to see grown men fall apart at seeing a friend laying there in a casket…peaceful, motionless, gone… my uncle was a race car mechanic and a really good one. there were some race car drivers who showed up for the funeral. if there is a courageous athlete i would say that it is a race car driver. nothing affects them or slows them. but to see them go up and say their last good-byes to my uncle and just break down…it’s sad. my dad was the first one to go up after major Fitzgerald finished the message at the service. he walked up and leaned down and kissed my uncle on the forehead and told him goodbye one last time. that was it for me. i was gone. i can’t imagine what that must feel like. i don’t want to know. please continue to pray for my dad and my uncle’s family in the days to come as the recovery from this will not be easy.
over the past couple of days i have realized a couple of things:
you really find out who your true friends are when you need them most. thank you to all of you who left me messaged, prayers, e-mails, comments, etc. it meant so much to me and my family.
friends and family are everything. cherish them because in the end your true ones and the ones who honestly and earnestly care will be there. don’t let those go.
i hate starbucks coffee. their drinks are okay i guess…but their coffee sucks.
honda crv’s make my butt hurt when i ride in them for hours on end.
never stop at a travel plaza across the street from a prison. people escape to them…(ask me for details…)
my mom is not someone to be sarcastic with at 6 o’clock in the morning.
major fitzgerald is an amazing person.
i don’t like the new york mets.
i’m addicted to coffee, yet caffeine no longer has an affect on me.
again, thanks guys for all of your prayers. you’ll never know how much they mean to me and my family.
…and after 4 months of working on it, i’m almost done…finally…
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