Dad, I miss you and love you...until we meet again....
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
mourn with those that mourn
On July 23rd, it will be 8 years since my father passed away. It seems like such a long time and yet if I step back and look at things from an eternal perspective, it is just a drop in the bucket. Nevertheless, it still feels like we have been missing him forever.
Now many people have been instrumental in helping me heal and to mourn. Countless friends, family members, and random people that I don't even know have touched me as they have helped me and my family--whether it was offering up a story about my dad, helping my mom with things at home, spending time with me, remembering anniversaries, or by simply saying, "I'm sorry." All of it has meant the world to me.
Two friends, in particular come to mind when I think of the phrase "mourn with those that mourn". And by singling these two people out, I don't mean to minimize the efforts of anyone else. These two people have just been on my mind recently--Rachel Galbraith and Karston Carr.
Rachel and I had gone to High School together. I was really first introduced to her through Seminary Council our Senior Year. Then we had some classes together in college and eventually ended up working at the same photography studio. The day after my father passed away, sweet Rachel called me on the phone. She managed to utter the words, albeit in a choked whisper, "I'm so sorry" before she began to sob. I was surprised and touched to be privy to such empathy. I had the sense that she knew a little more than others what it is like to lose a parent and because of that I felt very connected to her. She was a great support to me during that time and I will always be grateful. But more than anything, I will never forget that phone call when we just sat on the phone and cried. Truly she knew how to "mourn with those that mourn." Love you, Rach...
I have known Karston for years...since the 4th grade to be exact. He has been one of my best friends and I adore him because of who he is and how he has been a part of so many important events in my life. (I'm sorry to say that we haven't been so great about keeping in touch as of late, but he is a busy man with a wife, family, and medical school.) The very day my father passed away, Karston came to visit me. I remember opening the door and seeing him on the doorstep. His eyes were red and his actions were a bit tentative--because after all, what do you say to a friend who has just lost her parent? And yet he was there--ready and willing to do whatever needed to be done to make me feel better, to show his support and love. And I felt that love. Over the course of the following days, weeks, and months, Karston continued to be a solid presence in my life--not always knowing what to say, but always being there when I needed. Love you too, Karston...in a COMPLETELY friend-type of way. :)
Thank you to both of you and to all the many people who have made a difference in my life. I love you and will never forget you...
Now many people have been instrumental in helping me heal and to mourn. Countless friends, family members, and random people that I don't even know have touched me as they have helped me and my family--whether it was offering up a story about my dad, helping my mom with things at home, spending time with me, remembering anniversaries, or by simply saying, "I'm sorry." All of it has meant the world to me.
Two friends, in particular come to mind when I think of the phrase "mourn with those that mourn". And by singling these two people out, I don't mean to minimize the efforts of anyone else. These two people have just been on my mind recently--Rachel Galbraith and Karston Carr.
Rachel and I had gone to High School together. I was really first introduced to her through Seminary Council our Senior Year. Then we had some classes together in college and eventually ended up working at the same photography studio. The day after my father passed away, sweet Rachel called me on the phone. She managed to utter the words, albeit in a choked whisper, "I'm so sorry" before she began to sob. I was surprised and touched to be privy to such empathy. I had the sense that she knew a little more than others what it is like to lose a parent and because of that I felt very connected to her. She was a great support to me during that time and I will always be grateful. But more than anything, I will never forget that phone call when we just sat on the phone and cried. Truly she knew how to "mourn with those that mourn." Love you, Rach...
I have known Karston for years...since the 4th grade to be exact. He has been one of my best friends and I adore him because of who he is and how he has been a part of so many important events in my life. (I'm sorry to say that we haven't been so great about keeping in touch as of late, but he is a busy man with a wife, family, and medical school.) The very day my father passed away, Karston came to visit me. I remember opening the door and seeing him on the doorstep. His eyes were red and his actions were a bit tentative--because after all, what do you say to a friend who has just lost her parent? And yet he was there--ready and willing to do whatever needed to be done to make me feel better, to show his support and love. And I felt that love. Over the course of the following days, weeks, and months, Karston continued to be a solid presence in my life--not always knowing what to say, but always being there when I needed. Love you too, Karston...in a COMPLETELY friend-type of way. :)
Thank you to both of you and to all the many people who have made a difference in my life. I love you and will never forget you...
i heart bobby flay
I don't know why. I can't explain it. But I have the biggest crush on Bobby Flay. And every time I watch the Food Network, the beating of my heart confirms that it is true. I love Bobby Flay. Perhaps it's because he rocks at a Throwdown--slaughtering the competition or being a gracious a second runner-up. Maybe it's because his critiquings of The Next Food Network Stars are spot on. Or maybe it is because he is America's Iron Chef and can whip up masterpiece after masterpiece in only 60 minutes. I don't know! Maybe a man that can grill like that is just automatically sexy. Who knows. All I know is that I have a mad crush on him. So here's to you, Bobby Flay!
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