Gut Rumbles

December 21, 2004

get the Kleenex

You never get over it. NEVER. Even though you saw it coming and everybody knew the result was inevitable and there wasn't a damn thing you could do about it, it still hits you like a bullet in the chest when it finally happens. And you NEVER forget that feeling.

Twelve years later, I still remember.

I watched my father die, too.


Been watchin' you from the sidelines for several months now. I'm a member of that club, too -- my dad's been gone almost 18 years. This time of year it cuts with a rusty, dull edge and you're right, it never goes away. I don't think it's supposed to.

The "holidays" are a giant endurance contest for most of us at some level. This will be the first year my girls won't be waking up at their own home; they're with their dad starting tonight. It'll be tough for me but he's a good man and deserves to experience Christmas morning with them one more time before they're both fully-engaged with teenagedom and don't give a shit anymore.

I won't wish you a merry anything, Rob, but I will say an extra prayer for all of us to make it thru the tunnel and into the promise of a new start in a new year. Pull the covers over your head for a few days if you need to. Peace, Marti

Posted by: marti on December 23, 2004 11:43 AM
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