I sit here in my shorts, sans top, sans socks, and stare at my computer.  Fresh from the shower, I decided THIS might be the best time. I have said this several times in the last few weeks.  I wrote my last post here a few days shy of Memorial Day this year.  After reading several other bloggers talking about the holiday, I decided to let my own self out for a walk.  Last year marked the first Memorial Day since Dad’s death that previous July.  This year marks the first Memorial Day with Sis gone AND Dad gone.  I admit it has been hard for me.  But, I cannot imagine how hard it is for Mom.  This is not what I sat down to write, but … here it is. As my friend says, “It is what it is.”

I don’t want sadness or pity or anger or whatever else you think is in me relieved.  I am okay with their deaths, not the best timing for Mom and I, but we really can’t say that for many years to come.  But, there are things that CAN be said.

One is that I am now much more alone than I was.  No Dad, no Sis, no girlfriend, my daughter is very busy at a wonderful job, and my son is in Oregon also with a good job.  I not only don’t blame those last two, I am happy for them.  Truth is I have always been a loner. It has seldom bothered me to be by myself; I don’t get lonesome.  And now, now with the Internet and all, I have little reason to ever be lonely or alone.  I am a blogger, have many blogger friends, some of whom I consider VERY GOOD friends.  I do see good friends here, too.  One buddy from high school, one person who is now a friend who took over the job when I left the courthouse years ago and was introduced by my boss there, is also a good friend as is the boss.  I email, chat, phone, write, meet.  In essence, I do all you can do to not be alone, not be lonely.  But, having half your family gone is rough whether you spent a lot of time with them or not.  I am only glad that I was in a good place with both of them when it happened.

Mom and I now see or, at least, talk daily.  We go out to eat, visit doctors, stylists, get groceries, and discuss things.  We try not to get caught up in picking on each other or driving each other crazy by suggesting the other one do things…but it happens.  I want her to get a problem checked out; she wants me to do such and such.  Yeah, it happens.  But, each night we part or hang up saying, “I love you” and “See or talk to you tomorrow.”  Both of us are smart enough to know that the last statement won’t be true someday.  There will come that time when… But, it isn’t right now, so we say it.

This was nothing like I intended to do for a post…but “it is what it is.”

And what is it?  In my new life philosophy, “Perfect”. All things are because they all work out in the end and helped to make that end happen.

There’s one to “put in your pipe and smoke it.”  Wonder where and why that one came about?  Could google it, but that is, already, becoming/become one itself…

“Google it!” or “I don’t have time to Google an answer.”

But, if you did…

Namaste,

Scott

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