Saturday, November 16, 2013
For those that are interested, here is the obituary for Sam. His bride is asking that in lieu of flowers, donations be sent to the Hospice of Almance-Caswell, since they took such good care of him in his remaining days. Godspeed, Sam, you will be missed.
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Occasionally, you cross paths with someone in life whom you have respect, but as time goes on, you become friends.
Such is the case with me and Yabu.
Our initial meeting was at a blog meet in Helen about 7 years ago. He actually had two blogs that I liked and bookmarked. One of those blogs, however, was written by a ghost writer, unbeknownst to me at the time.
At that initial meeting, he had a twinkle in his eye, and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Sam. AKA Yabu." He was a small guy; that surprised me. Like many small people though, he was larger than life.
For my part, I was extremely grateful that he didn't perpetuate the misconception that the ghost writer stories were real. They had a very real feel to them, all the more testament to the actual author.
For his part, he expressed admiration that I was in the process of getting my teeth fixed. As I got to know him, I learned that this particular subject was extremely important to him.
I often heard him express frustration, dismay, and sometimes anger with people he encountered who would not get their teeth fixed.
To be quite honest, I don't understand what the big deal is/was but for him, it was significant.
Later in the evening on the first occasion of our meeting, The Senior Chief, The JuJu woman (Yabu's wife), and another young lady were all standing around telling lies and shooting the shit as wont to happen in settings such as those, when from a hundred yards away or so, all hell broke loose on the banks of the Chattahoochee in the form of fireworks.
And when I say all hell broke loose, this is no lie. A fireworks show such that only Yabu could put on. Right around the fourth or fifth volley, lo and behold, your friendly local constabulary rolls right up to where the four above mentioned were having quiet conversation.
Said policeman opened his door and got exactly one foot out of his car, and BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, another round of fireworks was set off. The young lady went over and leaned on the car door and engaged him in conversation. (She has a thing for uniforms.) He appeared to be fine with it, so The Senior Chief and I just grinned and kept still.
At the same time, the JuJu woman said to the policeman, "I'll get him to stop." and hauled ass across the clearing screaming "SAM, STOP IT. YOU KNOCK THAT SHIT OFF RIGHT NOW."
I'm not certain exactly what happened in the clearing, but I am led to believe that those present on the scene scattered like the wind.
It wasn't long before JuJu woman came back and informed us that the fireworks show was over, and apologized to the policeman, who, at this point seemed relatively unconcerned and was happily engaged in talking to the young lady.
No harm, no foul.
The reason there is a picture of a knife at the top of the page is another story altogether. At another blog meet in the same place, I found myself in an extremely confusing and uncomfortable position. Yabu didn't attend this particular function, but I called him later and told him about the situation. His response was to send me this knife. I have always treasured it, as I have treasured our friendship.
Another time, he nicknamed my son Yabu Jr. after he blew himself up. He helped me laugh about that incident.
Forever etched in my mind is the conversation I had when he knew he was sick. He said to me, "Kelly, baby, I'm dying." (He always called me Kelly-baby..hahaha!) At that moment, I wished that he were a liar, a scammer, a faker, or have any kind of personality flaw that would lead me to believe that this wasn't true. But he wasn't. He was honest to a fault and had this abiding philosophy to the end that "It is what it is." We even had a chuckle over that during this time frame.
I am going to miss his political rants, his gun rants, his superlative gardening advice, and his opinionated preference of the MAC vs. PC.
I'm going to miss the never-ending what if scenarios about when the world ends. We would often have conversations that lasted over an hour about how to procure what you needed, and protect it in case everything went to hell in a handbasket.
In short, I am going to miss my friend dearly.
Save me a seat, Yabu, and light 'em up.
Monday, November 11, 2013
Saturday, November 09, 2013
I have a lot to be thankful for today. I made it another trip around the sun and that's always a good thing.
Before I go on, though, I would like to say that Yabu and the Juju woman are heavy upon my mind. It has become clear to me that no miracle cure is forthcoming, so I would like to say....
Fair winds and following seas,
may forever you feel, upon your cheek, the salty breeze.
Your spirit lives on in many a heart,
your words captured,and never to depart.
May your loved ones have the comfort in knowing,
to heaven is where you are going.
For all that they have to do is look above,
and they will be reminded of your love.
Have a safe trip, my friend, and light it up when you get there.
Sunday, November 03, 2013
There's a few real strong women I know who's strength is being tested to the absolute maximum. Today, sisters, my prayers are for you.
I pray that you have the strength to endure these trials and tribulations and see them through to the end.
I also pray that you have the opportunity, and time to grieve when those trials come to an end. I pray that you are able to find comfort when the pain becomes unbearable.
Above all, I pray that your prayers are answered, whatever they may be.
May God Bless you.
Friday, November 01, 2013
She’s alive today.
She’s only alive because of a promise and today, she’s sorry she made that promise.
Part of her is considering the person she made the promise to, and wonders why said promise was extracted.
It’s not really an emotional feeling; it’s more powered by logic.
People must have a purpose. She has no purpose anymore. She’s not sure she ever did.
Perhaps, before she had kids, when she helped people find things for a living, could have been considered a purpose.
It’s said that having kids is the highest purpose at all. She disagrees.
However, she’s alive today.
Friday, October 18, 2013
It's that time of year again! Talladega! That is where we shall be this weekend. Just the me and the Senior Chief and whichever of our older kids that decide to come to see us.
It's going to be nice to be able to stop before driving across Atlanta. Love looking at the city, hate driving through it.
May be the last hoorah for a while if the government doesn't get their shit together. There's real danger that we will not be paid next month and you have no idea how angry that makes us. I imagine we are not alone. How do you not pay your veterans? I don't understand it, but I'm certainly not surprised by it.
Anyway, y'all have a good one and we'll see ya next week.