HOPE DIAMOND
The other day I was thinking about a relationship I had with a coworker of mine… no not like that… but I started ride sharing with a lovely lady from work… she is so lively… she chats me up the whole way to work … which is only a few blocks… usually she tells me about her grandchildren or her work for Jehovah… Her love for her grand kids is undeniable and I joked with her one morning that she made me feel bad for not having any kids and affording my mother something I know she desires…grandchildren and a son in law.
The more I rode the more I learned about her past life and the changes she had made… she loves to talk and I barely say a few words lol… but I feel like I know her whole family and the drama that comes along with it as well…lol…
Last night I received an unexpected call from my ride share coworker… late in the night… I figured she was going to tell me that she had something coming up and couldn't pick me up in the morning… but there was more to it than that she told me that her 8 year old grandson had drowned … I presumed sometime over the weekend… I expressed my condolences and went on to an uncomfortable sleep deprived night…
I had met her grandson about a month back he was busy burying his face into burger king that his grandma had purchased for him but seemed like a normal vibrant kid… I could look at him and visualize all the funny stories she had told me about him…His passing made me remember my brothers long passed on, and my sister who I have reflected on with quick flash visuals of her small casket pictured on the Polaroid’s in the family album…
For Easter I prepared dinner and my parents were my first dinner guest…The joy on my parents face to come and eat dinner at their daughter’s house was indescribable… I guess I write all of this a little out of sorrow for my friends lost, sorrow for the inevitable that I and my parents will eventually leave this earth… and in inquisition of if I will ever have children or find another human being to share myself with for hopefully as long as my mother and fathers 35 years and beyond…what is clear is that life is about living and love is the purest form of living and as my mother says unconditional love…is in my future, past and present.
(No apologies for the grammar or lack of punctuation, when I write I let the words flow)
The more I rode the more I learned about her past life and the changes she had made… she loves to talk and I barely say a few words lol… but I feel like I know her whole family and the drama that comes along with it as well…lol…
Last night I received an unexpected call from my ride share coworker… late in the night… I figured she was going to tell me that she had something coming up and couldn't pick me up in the morning… but there was more to it than that she told me that her 8 year old grandson had drowned … I presumed sometime over the weekend… I expressed my condolences and went on to an uncomfortable sleep deprived night…
I had met her grandson about a month back he was busy burying his face into burger king that his grandma had purchased for him but seemed like a normal vibrant kid… I could look at him and visualize all the funny stories she had told me about him…His passing made me remember my brothers long passed on, and my sister who I have reflected on with quick flash visuals of her small casket pictured on the Polaroid’s in the family album…
For Easter I prepared dinner and my parents were my first dinner guest…The joy on my parents face to come and eat dinner at their daughter’s house was indescribable… I guess I write all of this a little out of sorrow for my friends lost, sorrow for the inevitable that I and my parents will eventually leave this earth… and in inquisition of if I will ever have children or find another human being to share myself with for hopefully as long as my mother and fathers 35 years and beyond…what is clear is that life is about living and love is the purest form of living and as my mother says unconditional love…is in my future, past and present.
(No apologies for the grammar or lack of punctuation, when I write I let the words flow)
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