Wednesday, September 27, 2017

The Last Straw

It's funny what you can be sentimental about.  A matchbook, a name-tag, a street-corner, or a plastic straw.

Paul loved drinking things with straws.  As he began his ordeal which eventually took him away from us, the straws became more of a necessity.  At some point when we were sharing the Jersey City apartment he asked in the dollar store nearby about buying a whole box of straws they had behind the counter.  I can't remember what he paid for it, but it was more straws than most people would ever need.  The box stayed in NJ when Paul left for good, and remained with me when I moved out.

Tonight I used the last one.  Appropriately on a low carb milkshake.  It's a strange feeling to be sentimental over such a trivial thing, but I found myself wondering if I should save it.  In the end, I decided that Paul would have wanted me to use it on something like this, and not try to save it.  I mean, it's just a straw, right?

Take care friends.  Save the memories.  Not the disposables.

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Fifty Nine (and Eighty)

Life goes on.  New life arrives.

All of this moves forward, without you.

I can't, and won't ever know how big the smile on your face would have been upon seeing your grandson Jordan.

I can't, and won't ever know how proud you would have been to see me finish college (almost now), and smile to see my family grow too.



I can't, and won't ever know how you would have contributed to all of the successes and triumphs this family has seen lately, and how you may have supported us during the minor disasters, and our saddest moments.

I can't and won't ever know how sad you would have been to hear of the loss of the man who shared your birthday, and was a friend to all of us.




I can't

I won't

Happy Birthday Paul and Ed