"Kid, let me tell you what the secret to life is," she said, looking me straight in the eyes. I looked up and smiled. It doesn't matter that I am 28 years old, I think I am always going to be a person people refer to as, "Kid" and I am completely okay with it. Without any further hesitation, I put what I was doing down. Anticipating that the next thing out of her mouth would most definitely be a pearl of wisdom, I gave her my full attention.
Boy, was I right.
"The secret to life is to stop making plans. You gotta be willing to stop everything that you think needs to be done and go out and live a little. The dishes will be there tomorrow. Your work, it will be there tomorrow. The bills, they will be there. Live, Kid, you gotta live, that's the secret, simple as that."
Some of the greatest life lessons have came in moments like this.
"Kid, some of the best memories I have are when my husband and I would take off for the day on an adventure like we didn't have a care in the world. A full day with absolutely no plans. Those are what we call Runaway Days. We didn't have a lot of money but we sure made up for it in memories. And Kid, that's what gets me through times like today."
Having just met this woman, I was honored that she chose me to share these wise words that reverberated in my soul.
"When's the last time you had a Runaway Day, Kid? You look like you could use one."
She patted my shoulder and then with that she walked out of the room.
I guess, I've always kind of considered myself a pretty go-with-the-flow kind of gal, but in all honesty, I don't think I've ever had a day like that.
That needs to change.
Life hasn't been exactly going in my favor lately. Perhaps, it's time for the pity party to cease. Maybe a few Runaway Days are just the trick...
Live life while there is still life to be lived.
Do something that you've never done before.
Stop scheduling everything.
Be a little outrageous.
Love who/what you want.
Don't be so damn hard on yourself. You're doing the best you can.
Don't make work your life.
Do something that just absolutely scares the shit out of you.
Be willing to see the beauty in all things. It's there. Just look.
Don't rely on anyone else for your happiness. Make your own.
If someone wants to share their story with you, give them your full attention. A few simple words have the power to change your whole perspective. Listen.
In closing, I want to pose the same question to you: just when was the last time you had a Runaway Day?
You look like you could use one.
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Things I have found to be true
The following is nothing more than my meandering thoughts. I am not taking ownership of every and all ideas. Some I've heard along the way, some I've experienced first hand, ALL are relevant.
18 Things I've found to be true as of 7:45 this evening
1) Be nice to others. Genuinely smile at everyone you meet, actually acknowledge them. If you meet someone in the hallway or on the street ask them how they are....then actually wait to find out their answer. You never know the power that a smile and a few simple words may yield.
2) Do not become jaded. The world is full of so much ugliness and hate, do not let it consume you. I had little idea of how many callous, calculating individuals I would come in contact with throughout my life. I was also not prepared for the surplus of beautiful souls, either. Never underestimate anyone or overestimate them either, for that matter. People usually shock the hell out of me every day.
3) #idonotunderstandhashtags #istillusethemthough #ispunctuationrequiredinsaidhashtags #donthatetheplayerhatethegame #YOLO
4) Get to know your parents, I mean, really know them. Most likely, they are the coolest people you will ever meet. Parents are the best kind of friends because regardless of how you act, they HAVE to love you. They signed contracts...
5) The adage, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas", is actually a real thing. Trust me on this one.
6) Just because you have a bunch of letters behind your name, does not give you license to treat anyone as if they are beneath you. Some of the smartest people I have ever met in my life had no formal training. Some of the dumbest have graduated from accredited universities. This concept never ceases to amaze me.
7) Professionalism should be implied as part of your career, it should not have to be mentioned in the explanation. I am a Social Worker. I have never once said, "Hi, I'm Laura, I'm a Professional Social Worker." If someone has to use Professional as a precursor, they most likely are not one........
8) Nothing in life is free. Everything comes with a price. Sometimes you will pay with money. Some things are a little more costly, those are the items you will pay with, with a piece of your soul. Either way, don't bankrupt yourself.
9) Take too many pictures. Take them of yourself. Take them with the people you love. Take them of your dog. Just take them.
10) I firmly believe that your soul mates do not have to be romantic partners. They are the people you choose to share your life with. The people you text or call with news about your life. The people that love you through the good and the bad times and sometimes can't tell the difference between the two. They are the people who are blatantly honest with you. Who have the same humor, the same values, the same morals. Those are the people who make life worth it. The ones you could do everything or nothing with and still have a great time. The ones that love you, even if they think you are The Hot Mess Express, those are the people worth keeping around.
11) Do not be too idealistic. Don't let your expectations get in the way of something with the potential to be great. Model the traits in which you are seeking and perhaps you will encounter the type of individual you are hoping to find.
12) Don't take shit off of anyone. Stand up for what you believe in. Tell someone if they've hurt you. Don't let anyone make you feel like you are less than what you are. Be too busy worrying about your own happiness to give a second thought to what others think of you.
13) If "Ice, Ice, Baby" comes on the radio, dammit, sing along with it. Guaranteed, it will improve your mood.
14) Don't plan too far into the future or worry about it too much either. What ever will happen, will happen.
15) It's a probable law that if you go to Wal-mart looking a mess (I'm talking no shower, greasy hair in a bun, glasses, no make-up, sweat pants, cut off, slippers) you will inevitably run into your ex. Act like a boss (pronounced BAWWWSSSE) regardless.
16) Pizza and wine will not solve your problems...then again, they won't hurt the situation either.
17) I still maintain that everyone should own a sword. Don't ask me why, I just think it is a necessary evil. You may thank me some day. You're welcome.
18) You know that tag on mattresses? The one that says, "Do Not Remove by Penalty of Law", should you ever encounter one of those, simply ask yourself, "What Would Laura Do?"
3) #idonotunderstandhashtags #istillusethemthough #ispunctuationrequiredinsaidhashtags #donthatetheplayerhatethegame #YOLO
4) Get to know your parents, I mean, really know them. Most likely, they are the coolest people you will ever meet. Parents are the best kind of friends because regardless of how you act, they HAVE to love you. They signed contracts...
5) The adage, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas", is actually a real thing. Trust me on this one.
6) Just because you have a bunch of letters behind your name, does not give you license to treat anyone as if they are beneath you. Some of the smartest people I have ever met in my life had no formal training. Some of the dumbest have graduated from accredited universities. This concept never ceases to amaze me.
7) Professionalism should be implied as part of your career, it should not have to be mentioned in the explanation. I am a Social Worker. I have never once said, "Hi, I'm Laura, I'm a Professional Social Worker." If someone has to use Professional as a precursor, they most likely are not one........
8) Nothing in life is free. Everything comes with a price. Sometimes you will pay with money. Some things are a little more costly, those are the items you will pay with, with a piece of your soul. Either way, don't bankrupt yourself.
9) Take too many pictures. Take them of yourself. Take them with the people you love. Take them of your dog. Just take them.
10) I firmly believe that your soul mates do not have to be romantic partners. They are the people you choose to share your life with. The people you text or call with news about your life. The people that love you through the good and the bad times and sometimes can't tell the difference between the two. They are the people who are blatantly honest with you. Who have the same humor, the same values, the same morals. Those are the people who make life worth it. The ones you could do everything or nothing with and still have a great time. The ones that love you, even if they think you are The Hot Mess Express, those are the people worth keeping around.
11) Do not be too idealistic. Don't let your expectations get in the way of something with the potential to be great. Model the traits in which you are seeking and perhaps you will encounter the type of individual you are hoping to find.
12) Don't take shit off of anyone. Stand up for what you believe in. Tell someone if they've hurt you. Don't let anyone make you feel like you are less than what you are. Be too busy worrying about your own happiness to give a second thought to what others think of you.
13) If "Ice, Ice, Baby" comes on the radio, dammit, sing along with it. Guaranteed, it will improve your mood.
14) Don't plan too far into the future or worry about it too much either. What ever will happen, will happen.
15) It's a probable law that if you go to Wal-mart looking a mess (I'm talking no shower, greasy hair in a bun, glasses, no make-up, sweat pants, cut off, slippers) you will inevitably run into your ex. Act like a boss (pronounced BAWWWSSSE) regardless.
16) Pizza and wine will not solve your problems...then again, they won't hurt the situation either.
17) I still maintain that everyone should own a sword. Don't ask me why, I just think it is a necessary evil. You may thank me some day. You're welcome.
18) You know that tag on mattresses? The one that says, "Do Not Remove by Penalty of Law", should you ever encounter one of those, simply ask yourself, "What Would Laura Do?"
Sunday, March 9, 2014
If The Opportunity Were to Arise.....
I talk about my brother a lot. I write about him a lot. I don't know if this is right or wrong; but doing this is cathartic to me. I am not trying to make him some sort of martyr. I acknowledge that he wasn't perfect. That he indeed made many mistakes. With that being said, I have mentioned before that as time passes, I worry that people are going to forget him, more specifically, that I am going to forget him. Talking about him helps me feel like his memory will live on. So, I will continue to do so because that is how I grieve.
I just finished watching Resurrection. I am not sure if it was the best choice but what is done is done, I guess. To give a brief rundown, if you haven't seen it, the first episode is about a young boy, who had passed away in an accident 32 years prior, that shows up at his parents doorstep. It proceeds to delve further into all the emotions that overcome his family. They question their emotions. They questions their sanity. They question God. Everything they believed to be true has vanished. Seeing this got me thinking, what would I do, what would I say if Ethan showed up today?
Don't alert the authorities, I am not having delusions that this could actually happen but I think it's a very human tendency to think about how we would react, given this opportunity. If only we had one more day....one more hour...one more minute.......one more conversation, with the ones we have lost.
But, what would I say? Would I even be able to speak. Would the last five years of grief manifest in anger? Would I just bawl? Would he make fun of me for just bawling? (YES, yes he would). Would I direct-admit myself to a psych unit? I can imagine I would spend the entire time questioning what was right in front of me as I have a tendency to do with most aspects of my life.
More importantly, I wonder what he would say....Would he walk up the drive way of the farm with a Marlboro Red in his hand singing some ridiculous song? (Guaranteed). Maybe he would take a spin on the Allis and play his infamous air guitar, hay season style. I do know he would have that lopsided, goofy-ass grin and shout, "What's up, hooker?"
Would he recognize the people that any of us have become in the five years since he left us? All of us essentially the same yet so wholly different that some days we don't recognize ourselves. Would he even like the people that we have become? Of course, he would.... he liked everyone.
I wonder if he would ask why I only visit his grave on his birthday and on mine. My guess is, he knows that I have shared a beer with him on both of our birthdays since I was 18 years old and come hell or high water, that tradition will continue. I am also betting that he knows that I don't connect with him at the cemetery. That plot of land is not my brother. That is not him and I do not believe for one second that his life can be condensed to some eight by four foot piece of land.
He would confirm that mom and dad are still nuttier than shit....at least some things will always be constant. (Just kidding)
He would laugh and tell us his stories. He would fire up that damn grill of his and have some ribs going in no time flat. He would call up everybody and their brother and carry on like no time had passed at all, because that was just who he was.
Regardless of the hypothetical questions that would be endless, given the opportunity, it is important to remember that we can talk to the ones we lost any time we want....and every so often, if we are lucky, they answer us back.
I just finished watching Resurrection. I am not sure if it was the best choice but what is done is done, I guess. To give a brief rundown, if you haven't seen it, the first episode is about a young boy, who had passed away in an accident 32 years prior, that shows up at his parents doorstep. It proceeds to delve further into all the emotions that overcome his family. They question their emotions. They questions their sanity. They question God. Everything they believed to be true has vanished. Seeing this got me thinking, what would I do, what would I say if Ethan showed up today?
Don't alert the authorities, I am not having delusions that this could actually happen but I think it's a very human tendency to think about how we would react, given this opportunity. If only we had one more day....one more hour...one more minute.......one more conversation, with the ones we have lost.
But, what would I say? Would I even be able to speak. Would the last five years of grief manifest in anger? Would I just bawl? Would he make fun of me for just bawling? (YES, yes he would). Would I direct-admit myself to a psych unit? I can imagine I would spend the entire time questioning what was right in front of me as I have a tendency to do with most aspects of my life.
More importantly, I wonder what he would say....Would he walk up the drive way of the farm with a Marlboro Red in his hand singing some ridiculous song? (Guaranteed). Maybe he would take a spin on the Allis and play his infamous air guitar, hay season style. I do know he would have that lopsided, goofy-ass grin and shout, "What's up, hooker?"
Would he recognize the people that any of us have become in the five years since he left us? All of us essentially the same yet so wholly different that some days we don't recognize ourselves. Would he even like the people that we have become? Of course, he would.... he liked everyone.
I wonder if he would ask why I only visit his grave on his birthday and on mine. My guess is, he knows that I have shared a beer with him on both of our birthdays since I was 18 years old and come hell or high water, that tradition will continue. I am also betting that he knows that I don't connect with him at the cemetery. That plot of land is not my brother. That is not him and I do not believe for one second that his life can be condensed to some eight by four foot piece of land.
He would confirm that mom and dad are still nuttier than shit....at least some things will always be constant. (Just kidding)
He would laugh and tell us his stories. He would fire up that damn grill of his and have some ribs going in no time flat. He would call up everybody and their brother and carry on like no time had passed at all, because that was just who he was.
Regardless of the hypothetical questions that would be endless, given the opportunity, it is important to remember that we can talk to the ones we lost any time we want....and every so often, if we are lucky, they answer us back.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
When the rug is swept out from beneath you......
The way we think life is supposed to go often times gets in the way of how life ultimately tends to work out. Disillusionment at its finest, the figurative rug being swept out from beneath you, if you will. It happens in the most miniscule aspects of life all the way up to the most complex.
I actually began this post last week. The initial basis was out of anger and disgust. As I sit here now, I am writing from a much different perspective. Same principle, different concept. When things don't go quite as planned, getting angry changes absolutely nothing, but anger is what we so easily embrace.
Disappointment is all a part of human nature. We are a society that always wants more. We want the be thinner and prettier. We want to be funnier and happier. We want people to treat us right. We want life to be easy and struggle free. The truth of the matter is that disappointment can either consume you or drive you. That is your choice.
Love your body for what it is and what it can do. Eat healthy and excercise but don't deny yourself the occasional treat. You may be a size 4 or you may be a size 24, rock whichever one you are.
Don't look so closely at other people's happiness and compare it to your own. We are all fighting very difficult battles that others know nothing about. Some of the people who appear to have everything, are the most miserable. Remember that.
Sadly, some people are just assholes. They will always be just that. There is nothing you will do to change how they are but remember how they made you feel the next time you want to act like an asshole. Don't do it, just don't. Pray for those people, they pry need it more than anyone. If someone consistently treats you badly it implies something is wrong with them, not you. Normal people don't go around destroying other human beings. With that being said, keep in mind that the people we love the most also yield the power to hurt us in the most profound ways. Take time to acknowledge that no one is perfect and we all mess up. Forgive when you need to.
Life, when truly lived, is messy. It is full of surprises and emotions and some of the most utterly amazing moments that are nothing short of breathtakingly beautiful. Enjoy life, truly enjoy it. Don't take yourself too seriously. Surround yourself with people who make you laugh; people who know all about you and your quirks and love you anyways. Do what makes you happy and don't you dare apologize for it. Give your heart away. Don't be afraid to tell others when they hurt you or how they make you feel.
So the next time your rug is swept out from beneath you and you want to absolutely lose your mind, take a few moments to lay on the ground, take a deep breath, and embrace what is about to come your way with an open mind.
I actually began this post last week. The initial basis was out of anger and disgust. As I sit here now, I am writing from a much different perspective. Same principle, different concept. When things don't go quite as planned, getting angry changes absolutely nothing, but anger is what we so easily embrace.
Disappointment is all a part of human nature. We are a society that always wants more. We want the be thinner and prettier. We want to be funnier and happier. We want people to treat us right. We want life to be easy and struggle free. The truth of the matter is that disappointment can either consume you or drive you. That is your choice.
Love your body for what it is and what it can do. Eat healthy and excercise but don't deny yourself the occasional treat. You may be a size 4 or you may be a size 24, rock whichever one you are.
Don't look so closely at other people's happiness and compare it to your own. We are all fighting very difficult battles that others know nothing about. Some of the people who appear to have everything, are the most miserable. Remember that.
Sadly, some people are just assholes. They will always be just that. There is nothing you will do to change how they are but remember how they made you feel the next time you want to act like an asshole. Don't do it, just don't. Pray for those people, they pry need it more than anyone. If someone consistently treats you badly it implies something is wrong with them, not you. Normal people don't go around destroying other human beings. With that being said, keep in mind that the people we love the most also yield the power to hurt us in the most profound ways. Take time to acknowledge that no one is perfect and we all mess up. Forgive when you need to.
Life, when truly lived, is messy. It is full of surprises and emotions and some of the most utterly amazing moments that are nothing short of breathtakingly beautiful. Enjoy life, truly enjoy it. Don't take yourself too seriously. Surround yourself with people who make you laugh; people who know all about you and your quirks and love you anyways. Do what makes you happy and don't you dare apologize for it. Give your heart away. Don't be afraid to tell others when they hurt you or how they make you feel.
So the next time your rug is swept out from beneath you and you want to absolutely lose your mind, take a few moments to lay on the ground, take a deep breath, and embrace what is about to come your way with an open mind.
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Words Fail Me....
I am a conversationalist by nature. I can talk to just about anyone. Get me talking and there's not much that can quiet me down. I have always prided myself on being able to find the right words at the right time. It has came in handy in my personal and professional life. I am typically able to navigate difficult conversations and attempt to shed light on bleak situations and circumstances. Sometimes I am not sure if it is a curse or a blessing.
Tonight my sister's mom passed away. As I watch as her world crumbles at her feet, my heart breaks for her and I realize words fail me. I cannot fix my sister's agony. I cannot ease her pain. There is not a damn thing that I could ever say to give her comfort. I had planned to say something profound when we got to Jen. At a time when I wanted to say something to bring her some solace, I couldn't even speak, all I could do was hold her and say a silent prayer for God to ease her pain. It was in this moment that I realized I don't need to have all the right words. Talk is cheap. Actions speak volumes more than words ever could. Jen is my family and come hell or high water, I will be there for her and support her.
Not even 24 hours ago, she was celebrating her 31st birthday. Today she is planning her mother's funeral. Life is not fair. She knows that more than anyone, she has lived that reality more than anyone. At 31, she has experienced more loss than someone twice her age. She has buried her father, her husband, and now she has to say good-bye her mom. And yet she carries on...will continue to carry on, with her head held high. I honestly don't know how she does it. She possesses this inner strength that I have never witnessed by another.
Say a prayer for Jen tonight. Say a prayer for her family. Say a prayer for peace.
I love you the most, big sister.
Tonight my sister's mom passed away. As I watch as her world crumbles at her feet, my heart breaks for her and I realize words fail me. I cannot fix my sister's agony. I cannot ease her pain. There is not a damn thing that I could ever say to give her comfort. I had planned to say something profound when we got to Jen. At a time when I wanted to say something to bring her some solace, I couldn't even speak, all I could do was hold her and say a silent prayer for God to ease her pain. It was in this moment that I realized I don't need to have all the right words. Talk is cheap. Actions speak volumes more than words ever could. Jen is my family and come hell or high water, I will be there for her and support her.
Not even 24 hours ago, she was celebrating her 31st birthday. Today she is planning her mother's funeral. Life is not fair. She knows that more than anyone, she has lived that reality more than anyone. At 31, she has experienced more loss than someone twice her age. She has buried her father, her husband, and now she has to say good-bye her mom. And yet she carries on...will continue to carry on, with her head held high. I honestly don't know how she does it. She possesses this inner strength that I have never witnessed by another.
Say a prayer for Jen tonight. Say a prayer for her family. Say a prayer for peace.
I love you the most, big sister.
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
It is in these moments.....
The time has come for resolutions. With the promise of a new year, an essential blank slate upon us, it is easy to think about all the changes we can make. I have a whole long list of all the things that I can, wait, that I need to improve but those things will always be there. I think I am finally resigned to the fact that I will forever be wanting to improve myself, forever wanting more. We all are, or at least, should be.
Last night I rang in the New Year with some of the greatest people on this planet. As we sat around the table, as we usually do, and talked about nothing and everything all at the same time, I realized that this year there will be no resolutions for me. Resolutions are easily thrown away around mid-january or so. Instead of resolutions, I am gonna focus on just enjoying what is right in front of me, always. Stop asking, "why?" and start asking, "why not?".....
It is no big secret that I prefer to spend my time around people who are a tad bat-shit cray. Life is always a bit more interesting that way. Last night as we laughed and carried on and said outrageous things, I realized that in moments like these, I am exactly where I am supposed to be. My family and my friends love me sometimes more than I deserve and always push me to be better. That feeling is enough to hold me through an entire year. Everything else that comes my way, basically is just a cherry on top of the sundae.
It is easy for me to type the above paragraphs sounding all enlightened, "No, no, resolutions for me." Ha....a mere half an hour ago, I was having a meltdown because I stepped on the scale for the first time in months. It's official. I now have a complex. It was in that meltdown that I found a piece of clarity.
Tomorrow does continue the path along my weight loss journey. I have some ground to make up for....a lot of ground....like miles....is there a distance measure bigger than miles? If there is, that is the amount of ground I have to make up for. I wish the weight came off as quick it goes back on.In the last several months, I made conscious choices that set me back. I so easily fell in to old habits. I ate what I wanted and how much I wanted and deviated from excercising. Plus, I like to drink a little.....who knew? I made excuses. My choices got me back here and my choices will get me out.
Resolutions aside, tomorrow, I will continue with a Paleo-type approach to eating. I made up an incentive-type goal with my fitness coach that will most definitely keep me coming to classes every day, basically the incentive is that I don't to run stairs and because I still maintain one shouldn't run without being chased, I think that is just the motivation that a gal like me needs. I know that this ride is not gonna be easy but I know it will be worth it in the end.
So to those of you who have been in my life for forever or maybe just awhile, thank you for everything you are and everything that you will continue to be.....
Last night I rang in the New Year with some of the greatest people on this planet. As we sat around the table, as we usually do, and talked about nothing and everything all at the same time, I realized that this year there will be no resolutions for me. Resolutions are easily thrown away around mid-january or so. Instead of resolutions, I am gonna focus on just enjoying what is right in front of me, always. Stop asking, "why?" and start asking, "why not?".....
It is no big secret that I prefer to spend my time around people who are a tad bat-shit cray. Life is always a bit more interesting that way. Last night as we laughed and carried on and said outrageous things, I realized that in moments like these, I am exactly where I am supposed to be. My family and my friends love me sometimes more than I deserve and always push me to be better. That feeling is enough to hold me through an entire year. Everything else that comes my way, basically is just a cherry on top of the sundae.
It is easy for me to type the above paragraphs sounding all enlightened, "No, no, resolutions for me." Ha....a mere half an hour ago, I was having a meltdown because I stepped on the scale for the first time in months. It's official. I now have a complex. It was in that meltdown that I found a piece of clarity.
Tomorrow does continue the path along my weight loss journey. I have some ground to make up for....a lot of ground....like miles....is there a distance measure bigger than miles? If there is, that is the amount of ground I have to make up for. I wish the weight came off as quick it goes back on.In the last several months, I made conscious choices that set me back. I so easily fell in to old habits. I ate what I wanted and how much I wanted and deviated from excercising. Plus, I like to drink a little.....who knew? I made excuses. My choices got me back here and my choices will get me out.
Resolutions aside, tomorrow, I will continue with a Paleo-type approach to eating. I made up an incentive-type goal with my fitness coach that will most definitely keep me coming to classes every day, basically the incentive is that I don't to run stairs and because I still maintain one shouldn't run without being chased, I think that is just the motivation that a gal like me needs. I know that this ride is not gonna be easy but I know it will be worth it in the end.
So to those of you who have been in my life for forever or maybe just awhile, thank you for everything you are and everything that you will continue to be.....
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
To A Life Well Lived...
The Good Lord Giveth And The Good Lord Taketh Away
Ethan Edward Whitesel
February 2, 1982 - Ocotber 29, 2008
I am afraid that I am going to forget his voice.
Of all the things that could keep me awake at night, it's the thought of forgetting his voice that haunts me deep down in my soul. If I forget his voice, what else am I going to forget about my brother? What happens if all the memories fade? What happens if I forget his stories? His laughter? Perhaps, my true fear isn't that I will forget at all, but rather that I will always remember and forever be broken?
Today marks five years that my brother has been gone. Not a single day has been easy. Time does not heal all sorrows. That is a damn lie. Time distorts grief. Packages differently but never really ever diminishes it. It is no longer all consuming but every day, it is there.
It usually happens during a happy time. A fleeting thought during a celebration, during a holiday, during a perfect moment. That is when I miss Ethan the most. A thought that makes me feel like the wind has been knocked out of me. It is in these moments that I realize that this darkness can eclipse the brightest of days and I am reminded of all the things that he will miss out on. My spouse will never meet my brother. He won't stand up with us on our wedding day. My children will never meet their Uncle. They will never feel the unconditional love that Ethan bestowed upon his family and my heart breaks because of this. True, they will never meet him, but they will always know him. That I can guarantee.
Five years without him feels infinite in relation to his life. The only comfort is that that kid lived the hell out of the short amount of time he was given. He talked too much and too fast. He made choices always with his heart, rarely with his head. He loved and trusted with this reckless abandon that even now I cannot fully understand. He didn't need me to understand. He didn't need anyone to understand. He understood and that was all that mattered.
I have to admit that I haven't had a decent argument since he has been gone. He had a way of making me look at the world differently. I have this terrible habit of thinking I am always right, even when I am absolutely wrong. Mix that in with foolish pride that makes me rather eat rocks than admit that I am incorrect and you can imagine situations got a bit heated. Rest assured that being my best friend and brother, Ethan, took it upon himself to always call me on my bullshit and let me know when I was being completely ridiculous, which of course made me lose my mind. It's funny that you can even miss fighting with a person.
He also had tendency of telling me what to do. Usually he was right. I am a big believer that everything that happens is all part of this grander plan. In the five years since he has been gone, many new people have come into my life. Some for a short time, others have become more permanent fixtures but all have came with a lesson. Sometimes it is so blatantly obvious that Ethan had his hand in the mix of these various individuals that I have to look up and say, "Alright, Bubba, stop pushing."
Today marks an anniversary but there will be no party. There is nothing to celebrate. There are no happy memories that correlate to this date that changed us all at our core, five years ago. This day will always serve as a reminder that life is not fair. However, I do have a wish for you all, if you knew him or even if you didn't. My wish is that you try to see the world through Ethan's eyes. That you look for the best in everyone that you encounter. That you believe that every single person is capable of good. That you always have the courage to defend others. That you stand up for what you believe in even if you have to stand alone and that you forgive even if it is not necessarily deserved. Make a few choices without thinking it completely through. Laugh, just because you can and remember that we are guaranteed nothing in this life, not even tomorrow, so tell the people you love how you feel. Today do that for me...and for him.
Missing you today and every day, big brother.
Rest Well, Old Friend.
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