I went to a funeral on Wednesday, for my best friend’s grandmother. As we sat in the church, I remembered attending her grandfather’s funeral in 1999. We were fourteen then. Her cousin, Dave* (yes, that Dave) was my boyfriend, and she had a slew of baby cousins. Fast forward to the present, and her grandmother has finally gone to reunite with her husband. Dave*, who I was sure at age fourteen was the man I’d marry, is sitting behind me, next to his new girlfriend and has two kids of his own at home. My best friend is about to start her second round of motherhood, with a baby due in February. The “babies” that ran around the church following their grandfather’s funeral are all adults, one of whom is a minister who gave one hell of a sermon during the service. As I observed all of this, I thought about the passage of time, change, and how all things come to an end. I don’t believe in forever, at least not here on earth. And in that moment, I took comfort in the knowledge that things don’t have to go “wrong” in order to end. Often, they’ve just run their course.
The Return of Dave*
Sorry. This was supposed to go up yesterday. Tuesday night’s episode of Sons of Anarchy was too damn good and pretty much monopolized all of my creative thoughts yesterday.
On the evening of October 4th, I received a text from an unfamiliar number.
Texter: Dang yo bday almost here.
Me: Ok. Forgive me but who is this? I don’t have this number stored in my phone.
Texter: Maybe u don’t have my number and I don’t forgive you.
Me: Um ok. Sorry then.
Texter: What u doin Ms. [my last name]
Me: If you can’t tell me who you are, I’m not gonna carry on this convo. I don’t do guessing games.
Texter: I didn’t ask you to guess and calm down [my middle name]. U no fun its yo hero.
I’m Back
*Looks around*
Hello (((echoes)))
Is anybody there? (((echoes)))
One of my birthday presents to myself was some time off from blogging. I had some thoughts and emotions that I wanted to sort out privately and I have a difficult time avoiding the truth when I write here. So I committed the ultimate hustler’s no-no and took some days off. Guess it’s a good thing I don’t consider myself a hustler.
