I left the L.A. area on Monday night about 10 pm. I decided it would be better to drive at night than deal with the heat that I experienced on the way down. I was right, it was so much more comfortable. I guess I should get the air-conditioning fixed on my car.
But comfortable or not, 12 hours of driving is a serious drag. And the gas prices an insult! I know, blame it on Bush.(if it makes you feel any better).
I was happy to see so many people at my Brother John's memorial Mass. And I'm very grateful to those that drove so far to pay their respects to John's memory.
Uncle Tom (Toby) and his son Abraham (Abie), from the Bay Area. Cousin's Janet & Fred,(Orange County), Sister Cheryl (San Fernando Valley) Uncle Roger & Aunt MaryAnn (also San Fernando Valley). Brother Stan & Jodi (Las Vegas). And to everyone that was there, my heartfelt thanks.
As I said in a previous post, the last time I saw John was not a pleasant visit, but that said, we were brothers.
In our past, we have had many knock down, drag out fights. We Have exchanged harsh words, (putting it mildly). And had many differences of opinion, on many subjects. We didn't see eye to eye on anything I can think of. But we were Brothers. I loved him, he loved me.
I know there was never a question about that in my, or his mind.
John had a tumultuous life, he had to battle his demons for a long time. But he did overcome that part of his life. He overcame, and he worked toward what he wanted from life, a home, a family.
He was able to accomplish both. I just wish that he could have lived long enough to see his children become adults. But of course, every parent hopes to live long enough to see their children grow up.
I believe John, like the rest of us, did the best he could, under his circumstances, to be the best he could be. He died too soon, too young!
I don't know if he had things he wanted to accomplish that he didn't get to. I hope not.
But, for us, the still living, the message is clear. Don't wait. Get what you want to accomplish done, then when you gotta go, you can go knowing you didn't leave with unfinished business.
I'm ready, without notice, to go. I don't want to go, I love life, There are still lots of things I'd like to do. But none that would make me feel like I missed out. I'm still interested in what may happen, what can happen.
I think the trip is fascinating, who cares about the destination.
Even when I think back to the times I thought were the worst, I feel blessed to have experienced those times. A broken heart, how wonderful that I could love enough to hurt that much.
Depression, very bad feeling, and hard to get thru. But I wouldn't be me without experiencing that feeling.
Self doubt, another tough one, again, wouldn't be who I am today without going through it.
The pain, self doubt, angst, depression, fear, are all part of who I am. It would have been a pretty dull life without them.
How can you know what joy really feels like, if you haven't felt despair? I don't think you can.
I have a lot to be thankful for. And believe me I am.