luxe

in the last week, i have been contacted be several people that i haven’t spoken to in ages. one, a good friend from 7th grade, out of the blue, next, a friend that i stopped talking to years ago and a friend from junior high that happens to be my buddy butter’s girlfriend’s older sister (that was a mouthful) in a week. then, i had to go to the post office and use the machine, rather than a drive-by, which i normally do. we left home about 5 minutes later than jake wanted us to because i was watching gordon ramsey, so…anyway, whilst in the po, someone i known since my second year of college but hadn’t been speaking to for a little while now came in and said she needed to tell me something and that her dad (fuzzy) had died a few days ago. how strange is it that i happened to be right there at exactly the right time? usually jake goes for me to the po, or i go during the day, when i assume she would be at work. anyway. it got me thinking about things in general.

it made me think about how much i love my life. i adore my husband, the animules, being able to work as an artist, being accepted and happy. i am on good terms with my parents for the first time maybe ever. it took a lot of drama to get things smoothed out, but in the end, things just show themselves to be what they are, and it is undeniable. being honest in life is so important, good or bad. because things just always come out and it sucks to realize that you are left with nothing real, that you don’t have anything at all to show for your life.

fuzzy was an awesome guy, a fun person and the kind of dad that everyone wishes they could have. he was there for his family in every sense of the word, and he would be there for a stranger in need, also. everyone that knew him loved him dearly and it hasn’t even sunk in yet that he really really is gone. not 20 minutes away, but gone. he had the luck of having a close family and knowing that everyone knew how much he loved them and how much they loved him. what more can you ask for?

xoxo
n.

p.s.i will be blogging about a response i got to the post about lawrence. you read the response if you like on that post,