Archive for the ‘Candle’ Category

My Reaction In The Wake Of Hurricane Michael

October 11, 2018

Damn.

Just . . . damn.

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Good Luck!

October 10, 2018

MUCH delayed, but this candle is for all those in the path of Hurricane Michael.

A Brief Silence

June 25, 2018

Silence, and a candle for all those people in your life you were once close to and now . . . for one reason or another, you’re not anymore.

Memorial Day Thoughts, 2018

May 30, 2018

Sooner or later I’m going to have to acknowledge that fewer and fewer people even know what I’m doing when I observe Memorial Day on May 30th.

In the meantime, this candle is for all those who fell in service.

Everyone Just Keep Breathing And It Should Be Better Soon

April 10, 2018

One of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to watch is a sick child struggling to breathe and sleep at the same time, and got to do that in the comfort of my own home and with the knowledge it was nothing worse than a minor cold.

Hang in there little name-brother.  This candle is for you and yours.

The Flowers Of My Discontent

January 17, 2018

Today someone dear to me buried their beloved grandmother, and I . . . sent flowers.

Even leaving aside the fact that flowers and I have a tumultuous relationship at best (I don’t hate flowers, mind you, but they don’t always return the favor), I’m just not a “sends flowers” kind of guy.  Particularly in times of bereavement, to me it just feels like an inadequate gesture with not even a drop-in-the-bucket’s worth of true value.  At least when you bring food by you know your providing much-needed nutrition and/or comfort, thereby actually helping in a difficult time.  Not sending flowers is almost a rule of mine.

But some things that are rules to me can trump that.

When I’m in bereavement don’t send flowers, send food or other assistance to help me get through, and beyond that just give me privacy while I grieve, but (and here’s where the rule comes in), this wasn’t about me!

I knew she’d like it if I sent flowers, so I sent flowers.  Despite how much I wish otherwise, there was little else I could do to ease her pain, and if it would have helped, for her I’d empty out entire florist shops if I could.

Hang in there, sweetheart.  You’ll get past this.

Post-Irma Thoughts (Part Four)

September 15, 2017

I hate to be the one to say this, but even as people recover from Irma, it’s important to keep in mind that hurricane season isn’t over yet, and even though the odds are against it, we may still have to do this again before the year is out.

Stay dry and safe out there.

It Was Either “King of the Rocket Men” Or “Radar Men From the Moon”

April 14, 2017

Yesterday we had another one of those “We all knew it was going to happen someday, but it happening today was still a bit of shock” deaths in the family.  At times like that there’s a detached part of me that always takes interest and observes my unfiltered reaction to such news.  This time around my first reaction was “I hope he enjoyed that stupid movie I got for him one of the previous times he was in the hospital.  I never did get around to asking . . .”

But I really hope you did, Earl.

Sláinte!

Not All That Different Really

January 30, 2017

Upon hearing the news that a younger family member was engaged you . . .

Before the age of social media 

. . . thought to yourself, “he’s not good enough for her.”

After the age of social media

. . . check out his Facebook page then think to yourself, “he’s not good enough for her.”

(I’m kidding, kiddo . . . mostly.  He seems nice, but there’s a reason I keep my overprotective streak in check.  At times like this you could show me a guy who walks on water, and my first thought would be to wonder if he thought he was too good to get his feet wet or something.

All jokes aside though, congrats.)

Definitively Answered

December 29, 2016

Admittedly, one of the reasons I was originally reluctant to mention Carrie Fisher’s passing was because I felt the focus was too much on fan reactions, and not enough of what I felt should be the primary concern, namely, “How is her family, particularly her mother, holding up?”

I guess we can now consider that question answered.

R.I.P. Debbie Reynolds.