Honest and for true
Her: Do you want some cherries?
Me: Sure, rum if you have it, or beer – ideally light, since I’m watching my weight.
Her: Wait, I asked if you wanted cherries.
Me: (shrugging) I’ll just have any beer you have then.
Her: (laughs and gets two beers)
The boy just “graduated” his swimming class the other day
I remember learning how to swim at the YMCA on Northern Boulevard in Flushing, Queens.
Seems like a lifetime ago. Suppose it was.
He kept asking me to go to his last swimming class and the fact he so wanted me to be there was endearing. I couldn’t say no.
Him: You promise you’ll come?
Him: You swear?
Me: I do. But I don’t need to. I wanna see you swim.
Me: (nodding) Honest and for true.
He got a certificate at the end of it and he stared at it with such joy and wonder that I wished, so badly, that Alison or someone was there with me to see how happy and proud he was, insteada just me.
Him: (noticing my face) You’re not happy that I finished?
Me: No, it’s not that at all. (smiling) Sorry, papa was thinking of something else. I’m super proud of you, kiddo.
Around the anniversary of Alison’s passing this year, the ABFF suggested we take the kids out for ice cream.
She actually got some balloons for the kids to write messages for Alison on and released them on her roof.
I didn’t go with them because I’d been pretty raw for a while.
It was touching, though, to see how much the ABFF loved Alison. I remember Alison telling me once how special she was to her as well.
Life is hard without your people. It’s always good when you find members of your tribe.
And it’s always devastating when you lose them.
We’re just left picking up the pieces.
Her: I’ll get some wine.
Me: I only like really sweet wines.
Her: Like what?
Me: Get a Moscato because I’m secretly a 65 year-old suburban Italian woman.
Read this report that people that lose meaningful relationships have long term mental, physical, and emotional issues – the more relationships you lose, the worse off you are in all three.
Couldn’t find that specific report but it’s pretty clear that good relationships lead to better lives all around.
And bad or no relationships lead to just awful lives.
In 2017, I lost both Alison and my dad, and I don’t think I’ve been anything close to who and what I used to be.
Just losing one would have been devastating but to lose them both within 90 days was more than I could bear, I think. Pretty sure I went a little starkers there.
Don’t really recognize who I was during that time, but I’m not sure who and what I am now.
Hope, whoever I end up being, it’s someone good. For the kid, if nuthin else.
I’m running outta time.
Location: earlier today, telling him not to be afraid of his dark room
Music: look at our life now, all tattered and torn (Spotify)
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