My Friend Drew

drewMy friend Drew went to Heaven yesterday. At seventeen, he was definitely one of the youngest friends I’ve ever known. When I call Drew my young friend, I don’t mean in a “hey buckaroo” kind of way, but a TRUE friend full of valuable insights and opinions, questions and answers. Drew’s thoughts and opinions were not typical of many seventeen year olds. To be honest, I doubt that I was even thinking that much when I was seventeen.

Drew had the mind of a grown man and some of the strongest faith in God I’ve ever seen in my life. A conversation with him always left me wanting more, and I left each verbal exchange a little jealous of how well articulated his thoughts had been.
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Dear Robin…

Robin WilliamsDearest Robin,

Although I doubt you and I would have ever met face to face in this lifetime, I always held out a small glimmer of hope that we might. I watched you for years and laughed so hard sometimes that the exhaustion would carry from my jawbone all the way down to my sides. I know that I would have been a blubbering idiot if given the chance to share a moment with you. Sadly, although the odds were stacked against us ever being in the same immediate area, you guaranteed by ending your life that it would never come to pass.

People are in shock, Robin. They don’t understand how someone so funny and constantly upbeat could have been in so much pain inside. They don’t get it.

I do though. I get it. Although it may sound presumptuous of me to say that, I’m fairly confident that I get at least some of it.
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Memorial Day

memorial_day_mourningSacrifice, as a verb, is defined in many ways. My favorite, however, is the following;

“to surrender or give up, or permit injury or disadvantage to, for the sake of something else.”

I don’t remember the exact date (or more specifically the exact year) that a certain high school girl angered me to the point that my wife had to calm me down but it was probably ten or eleven years ago. We were at a mall in Florida, on Memorial Day, perusing the fantastic deals that occur every Memorial Day and enjoying some lunch.

Standing in line behind a teenaged girl and her mother, I didn’t hear what sparked this girl’s reply but I definitely heard what SHE said.

“Oh come on, Mom. It’s only Memorial Day, not a REAL holiday like Christmas.”

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Hanna The Lovely

hannaI have never considered myself a huge animal person. Although I’m not in “Michael Vick territory” by any means, I’m also not going to dress up my animals as humans. I’ve always felt that animals have their place in our lives and even though they have been proven to reduce stress and depression, they are still animals at the end of the day. Well, that’s quite the intro isn’t it?

I’m saddened to say that my family is one member short today and the Corgi sized hole in our hearts is aching.
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The Saddle

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There is a saddle high, where a good man fell…

There is a trail leading to it with countless stories to tell…

Shifted earth and trodden grass…

Footprints, water jugs, and mounds of trash…

That night in October, Nick walked up this hill…

Unknowing, assuming it was to be run-of-the-mill…

Things went wrong and Nick fell there…

Up in the saddle, in that fresh air…

“Nick’s Saddle” is how it is now known…

As a reminder that our earthly bodies are but on loan…

The soul of that man watches over those he left behind…

While they patiently await for their own time…

There is a saddle high, where a good man fell…

Leah

Recently, I came across a piece of writing that I hadn’t touched in almost fifteen years. While out to sea back in 1999, in order to kill some time and keep myself “engaged”, I started writing about my life up to that point. The following is an excerpt from a nearly 15,000 word piece of writing, regarding my youngest sister who passed away in 1991 at age 8 (the age my own son is now). I’d like to think that my writing has improved since then. I know my language has (I made a concerted effort to stop swearing a year or so back). I’m still picking and choosing passages that I’ll make public. There are a few sections on the writing that are still private and I’m unsure if I’ll ever make them public. On a sidenote; the younger of the two girls in the picture that accompanies this passage is Leah. *****************************************************************************************************************
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Nick…

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The last couple of days have been pretty tough for both the Mormon community and the BP community. We’ve lost a man who was so much more than just a Border Patrol Agent. If you haven’t been paying attention to the news (and their coverage of this heinous crime was so short that you would have missed it if you blinked), Nick Ivie was shot and killed during the early morning hours of Tuesday, October 2, 2012. It’s so strange to see people carrying on with their lives when those who knew Nick are devastated and still shuffling through their days.

Although attempting to quantify a relationship with someone isn’t really possible through words, I’d like to talk about what I know of Nick Ivie and share how we were blessed by God to have him and his family in our lives.
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