Monday is off to it's stereotypical start--first the coffee maker decided to retire with absolutely NO notice, then my computer decided that a game of hide and seek between Auto Detect and my hard drive would be fun. So HRG made coffee the old-fashioned way while TCB, eyes barely open, put an end to the game of hide and seek. Once again he rode to my rescue. Who needs a dragon-slayer when you have a computer Gawd worshipping at your feet?
Maybe I should marry him. What do you think babies--is HRG truly ready to jump into the deep end of the pool? The shallow end has been fairly comfortable yaknow. Easy to get in and out of, warm, safe.......the deep end has always been a bit risky. He is a very cute boy though.
That, and I already bought a dress. It's red, very glamorous and took less than 30 minutes to find. HB is a Goddess, even if she doesn't believe it sometimes, she truly is. It was a good day. I'd forgotten how much I enjoy her company. Hell, we even found the perfect spot for the ceremony and the reception. Over lunch. (sadly, the place we chose, while absolutely beautiful, isn't able to accommodate us) HB got to witness firsthand the absolute craziness of TCB. Yes, he's like that for real. No, he's not "on" all the time. He truly is a well-balanced guy.
On August 28, 2005 I felt like I'd just met the rest of my life.
On June 20, 2008, as the sun sets on a warm summer's eve and the sun rises across the pond to illuminate a part of our history, a cord of silk and a promise will bind us for all time.
I'm ready to take the plunge babies--let's go swimming!
HRG
Monday, March 24, 2008
Sunday, March 02, 2008
All The Things I Couldn't Say
It rained on Friday. Not that incessant, pre-spring drizzle either. It was a hard, driving rain. The kind that soaks you to the bone. I think they were really tears.
Because it rained like that inside the Youbou Community Centre. Standing room only, and we all came together to honor our friend. A sea of faces, all so sad. This was not a happy occasion. It was one of the saddest days of HRG's life. Now I truly do understand what it means to be devastated by someone's death. Cliche or not, a part of me is gone. It feels cold and yucky. Just like the rain.
Just when you think you've cried all the tears you can........surprise! It's like being on the game show from hell and the announcer repeats "but wait, there's more!!" over and over again. Seeing the spot where Paul died and babies, I lost it........it was real. He really is gone. My heart hurts.
What was interesting was the electic mix of people who gathered to send Paul off on one last ride. We all may not have known each other, but through Paul, we all know of each other. Strangers reached out to comfort strangers, but you know my babies, they weren't really strangers. He connected us all, it seemed important to him that all the people in his life interacted to some degree. He had a knack for that.
And we all loved him so much.
Friends were invited to share their memories, and they were, by turn, sad and hilarious. Paul would've liked that--revelling in the attention, laughing and taking it all in good stride. He'd have hugged you, wiped away your tears and with that twinkle in his eye, that quick, brilliant smile, he'd tell you that it'd be ok. He'll be ok.
And somewhere in the middle, the phone rang. At first it was startling, and yes, a little creepy, but then everyone laughed. The timing was so perfect. No one answered it of course, but the groovy in me wonders...........
A man sitting behind us stood to have his say. He was a large man--turns out his name is Mountain. Your stereotypical big, mean looking biker dude.
Who made all us cry. His words had such impact, and that they came from such a stereotype made them even more poignant. With breaking voice and no attempt to hide his grief, he finished with "He was my friend". Even now, remembering that moment, I'm crying again. Back to the whole just when you thought you had no more tears............
I will miss him every day of my life. He was a good man.
He was my friend.
HRG
Because it rained like that inside the Youbou Community Centre. Standing room only, and we all came together to honor our friend. A sea of faces, all so sad. This was not a happy occasion. It was one of the saddest days of HRG's life. Now I truly do understand what it means to be devastated by someone's death. Cliche or not, a part of me is gone. It feels cold and yucky. Just like the rain.
Just when you think you've cried all the tears you can........surprise! It's like being on the game show from hell and the announcer repeats "but wait, there's more!!" over and over again. Seeing the spot where Paul died and babies, I lost it........it was real. He really is gone. My heart hurts.
What was interesting was the electic mix of people who gathered to send Paul off on one last ride. We all may not have known each other, but through Paul, we all know of each other. Strangers reached out to comfort strangers, but you know my babies, they weren't really strangers. He connected us all, it seemed important to him that all the people in his life interacted to some degree. He had a knack for that.
And we all loved him so much.
Friends were invited to share their memories, and they were, by turn, sad and hilarious. Paul would've liked that--revelling in the attention, laughing and taking it all in good stride. He'd have hugged you, wiped away your tears and with that twinkle in his eye, that quick, brilliant smile, he'd tell you that it'd be ok. He'll be ok.
And somewhere in the middle, the phone rang. At first it was startling, and yes, a little creepy, but then everyone laughed. The timing was so perfect. No one answered it of course, but the groovy in me wonders...........
A man sitting behind us stood to have his say. He was a large man--turns out his name is Mountain. Your stereotypical big, mean looking biker dude.
Who made all us cry. His words had such impact, and that they came from such a stereotype made them even more poignant. With breaking voice and no attempt to hide his grief, he finished with "He was my friend". Even now, remembering that moment, I'm crying again. Back to the whole just when you thought you had no more tears............
I will miss him every day of my life. He was a good man.
He was my friend.
HRG
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