Tuesday, November 15, 2011

"It" comes in threes....

I hate that frickin statement.

I especially hated it coming out of Googie's mouth yesterday.

I'm superstitious, but when my kid is too I can't help but wonder what kind of stupid crap I put into their heads..( and no, it never occurs to me that they can become "some way" or start to think "differently" on their own, I am to blame for it all... sigh)

Over the last two days I've learned of three deaths... and each one of them has me so freakin angry I want to shake my fist at God...

and ask him "why?" ...

"why now?"

AUNT DOT..

Joyce (my oldest and dearest pal) was phone tagging me all over the last several days (very unusual for her)... I finally managed to catch up with her Sunday.

"I've got some bad news" she said,

"Aunt Dottie died" 

Aunt Dottie was her dad's sister...

more importantly, Aunt Dot was her mother Marie's trusty and faithful sidekick.

For maybe 60 years (and it could be longer even).

And since Joyce's dad has been very ill lately, her mother has really needed her sidekick more than ever.

When I was a kid I was somewhat obsessed with Aunt Dottie ... she was a pint sized beauty with an unusual asset... she had two different colored eyes... one the brightest of blue, the other a soft, suede brown.

I spent hours staring at those eyes...

Joyce's mom (and the rest of the family) is really gonna miss the petite grand dame, and so will I.

MR MANGIN....

My son, The Sweet Prince Buttercup was a high school basketball star. For many years Daddio and I spent the better part of our lives sitting on bleachers in the high school gym cheering he and his team to victory.

Another fixture at each and every game was Buttercup's coach's dad Mr Mangin.

I don't know if Daddio has spoken more than a few sentences to Mr Mangin over the years, but I do know that they shared something...

Members of the good dad club.

Solid as rock, dependable as the stars at night.

Good men, great dads, fixtures of love and never ever ending support for their kids.

Mr Mangin's son (Buttercup's coach) asked for prayers for his dad after he suffered a heart attack...

"like him, is all I ever wanted to be.. I am all that I am because of him (and my mom) please pray for my dad, he is a special man and I will be lost without him"...

RON ALVEY....

Nine days ago after a nine year relationship my step sister Brandy married her sweetheart Ron.

Marmie said the wedding was one of the nicest she'd ever attended.

Beautiful vows, details, frills, family and friends...

Beautiful to witness such love and happiness.

On Sunday Ron suffered a massive heart attack and died.

How can we not be angry with God... how can he leave the world filled with child molesters, murderers and thieves and take people so needed and loved..?

My heartfelt prayers and condolences and the peace and comfort of beautiful memories go to Marie (and the family) and Coach Mangin (and the family) and to the beautiful blushing young bride who just nine days ago took her man's hand and promised to love him until the end of time, to her especially, I say "hang on sweetheart, hang on. Ron will live as long as you all remember and love him and when there are none of you left to love and remember him, you will all be together again"...


Becoming Mr and Mrs Ron Alvey
xoxoxoxo...

1 comment:

  1. :( Things sure are hard to understand sometimes. Big hugs!

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