My Life As An Onion (Or Not)

I have found that life, is what it is.

This is just a simple statement, but the spaces between the words are filled with a lifetime of experiences, a lifetime of moments to love and of moments to hate but in much greater proportions filled with moments that end up being ‘white noise’.

It is those moments of ambiguity that may very well form who we are at a deeper level than the acute moments of clear reaction and experience. It is not in the moments when my actions were clearly laid out for me by the situation forced upon me and by my moral compass that have changed me so much as the moments, that in reflection, I was given absolute control over what, where and how I lived in those moments. Continue reading “My Life As An Onion (Or Not)”

Locked Out

In the age we live in now, the following story would be met with anger and most likely accusations of child abuse. This era and the current mentality of child rearing is likely to be recorded as one of the the primary downfall of current society. We live in an age of safe spaces, unfounded entitlement, social media inspired Dunning-Kruger drones filled with participation trophies where there is zero incentive for anything other than falling into the most profound point on the bell curve labeled mediocrity.

The kindest thing we can ever do as a society is teach our children at an early age and in a somewhat safe environment that life is neither easy, nor is it ever meant to reward the living with “participation trophies”. There are winners and losers, there are success and there are failures, and these are all defined by us in different meaningful ways. The gazelle that is hunted and run down by the cheetah is not given a participation trophy for trying its best, it is either successful and continues on or it is the meal of many. Continue reading “Locked Out”

Yup, coffee…

A thing I know …. when they said ‘center console cup holder’ as part of the package when I bought my truck, it clearly meant holding cups was its purpose 
A thing, as of today, I now know better … when you knock your coffee over and it spills fully into said cup holder, it still does its job sans the cup
I also know now why I have been hoarding excess napkins in that same center console 

Now I get all day to ponder the meaning of all this, as clearly there is a message to be had!

A final and a first gift

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This is a rewrite on “The Gift”,  the clarifying of message in these words is worth the edits taken … enjoy.

 

Mom and dad moved to Rochester from our little town after their wedding and as all young couples did at the time they struck out on their own and did so with little to no help from anyone else. It was a matter of pride to them that they were to be fully independent and the masters of their combined destiny no matter the end result it was theirs and theirs alone.

That generally means years of struggling and building a life through those difficulties and they did so with wit, fun and grace not at all unlike the story dad would tell at times when he was in the mood for a funny story, which he often was (ableit a tall scotch and water with lots of ice led to many stories).

Mom had been in college when they decided to get married, but left school when it was clear they could not have the wedding after she graduated due to my grandfather Thure being terminally ill. After his sad and untimely death they moved to start anew. Mom had taken a job at the local community college in order to be in a better place financially to finish her degree. Dad was working as a water bottle delivery man and while they both had jobs, they also were living check to check and struggling financially. Even to the point of having to decide on groceries or a Christmas tree during their first year in the small apartment they called home.  Continue reading “A final and a first gift”

Tourists

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One of the many incredibly cruel aspects of lung cancer is its ability to spread fast from its original source, and to do so with no regard for it’s host.

This is a lesson I learned as I walked my mother down a three year long road from her diagnosis to her last breath. It was a horrid road filled with what, in retrospect, was nothing more than heartless and intentional twists and turns formed by the disease that had no purpose other than to increase the emotional pain of dying.

As if the act of death is not the most painful process a human body can endure (or as is the fact, not endure but succumb to) this disease steals hope, joy and anything we could ever wish for during those last months, weeks, and days. It seems to have a personality and a plan to wreak as much destruction as it can, evolution has made it quite adept at it’s work. Continue reading “Tourists”

Owning Your Round – A Remembrance Of My Father

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If ever I am ever be remembered as half the man he was, then I can leave this world with pride …

Hawkeye is a nickname I carried proudly for most of my life up until I was college age … in fact on great occasion when I return to my hometown that is the name I am met by. Nowadays it kinda throws me off and sweeps me back 30+ years to a life so dramatically different than todays that I am caught totally off guard …. but it is not a bad thing and the nostalgia is incredibly sweet to me. Continue reading “Owning Your Round – A Remembrance Of My Father”

“So Long, And Thanks For All The Fish” – Douglas Adams

Dolphin LookA simple quote from likely one of the finest book ever written.

In all my days, I have never once found this less profound the following day from when I remembered it being read the very first time. In so many respects, this seems such a silly and frivolous statement but in the great scheme of life it makes such perfect sense.

Now I am assuming you have even a clue as to which I speak of here, and if that is not the case .. please do yourself and your loved ones and stop reading this now. Get the book, or in the most tenable of situations I suppose the movie but in either manner ingest this nearly perfect piece of fiction and then come back here.

Assumption assumed. Continue reading ““So Long, And Thanks For All The Fish” – Douglas Adams”

Catharsis

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Here is a totally unedited spilling of thoughts, more likely than not at my goal family oak dining room table, a belly full of expensive bourbon and Dan Fogelburg playing in the background. (can you hear Leader Of The Band playing in the slurry of a good hard whiskey drunk??)

Ask me if it would be so much better written with even the least bit of editing in the sobriety of the day light and I would agree beyond words, but at times these words are at their very best in the most raw and in the most honest of expression.

Some days, a hearts honesty is valued beyond easily mastered grammatical perfection.

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Mom, Death, Reconciliation and Laundry ..

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At the end of your mothers life there is so much to reconcile and remember, but with this incredible woman reconciliation was easy albeit remembrance so incredibly difficult and profound … This image was taken days prior to my sweet mothers passing from cancer. Her’s was a life well lived and a life well honored.

And my mother … she was amazing!

Continue reading “Mom, Death, Reconciliation and Laundry ..”