So wow, here we are 2010, another decade gone to the past, with nothing but Polaroid's, oh wait- I correct myself- it's the millennium- we now have digital... no... wait... midway through this decade a large population of young folks decided carrying around a five pound cube of plastic around their neck is so much more convenient than a pocket sized clear resolution editing friendly digital; regardless, we cannot go back in time, we will not be forever young (apologizing in case if you thought of that horrid "Youth Group" song- perhaps it brought the Dillon song instead- and in that case, you're welcome. Its really got me thinking how much time flies.
My dad found out that one of his best friends died the other day, not long before that another friend has died, and not real long before that- a few cows died, everyone and everything (Al Gore, rethink your plan, I am dreading the outdoors due to the risk of frost bite on my nose) is dieing. Seeing these people so close in age die, has my dad to be in a sentimental state of mind. He now has a fear of any moment he's going to be rolling out to the pearly gates, which is even hard to type (I was torn if that word would be a compound word, hyphenated, or two separate, the verdict has been decided). He's suddenly saying things like "let's go on some day trips" or "we gotta do it soon before it's my turn". But with the passing of his friend (s) he got really nostalgic, sharing all these stories, like "yeah, one time my buddy, Pete, called into work and told the secretary he was my long lost brother, he told her to keep it a surprise". The secretary was so excited that she just could not hold in this secret, and blurted out "Ed, I have a suprise for you!! But I can't tell you, okay I have to- your long lost brother is on the phone!!" He played along like usual.
Then there was the story shared about his old friend, John Murrini. This guy was known for his marijuanna dealing. He had plants 7-ft tall. He told his neighbor, they were tomato plants. She was a ditzy hairdressor, and didn't realize the truth. Whenever she would see Murrini, she would ask- "so how are those tomato plants coming, do you know when they'll be ready?" My dad and this guy worked together, they would carpool to and from work. One morning, my dad went to pick him up, right as he's pulling into the driveway, he sees cops with loaded guns. One cop stops him. He told him "turn around, leave, we have buisness here". The cops had set up hidden trailor's and have been spying on the guy for a week or two. John Murrini and his wife were arrested, and my father never heard from him again. He found out later from a mutual buddy, that he moved to Florida, was in a fight dealing with drugs, was thrown over a boat into the ocean, and died.
To sum it up, I am now seeing the importance in really savoring each moment in life. Sometimes life can be so easy, making it a blur, living life in fast forward will only lead to missing the key parts that make you the person you will become. Think about the Freytag Pyramid which pertains to plot structure in stories, if you think about it- your whole life consists of mini stories and that contains a cycle- three main parts being- rising action, climax, and falling action- and it repeats, constantly, you can't have a climax- without either the rising action or falling action; therefore, appreciate even the hardtimes in life. Life- it may seem infinitive, but reality is- it's not. Why not give yourself one heck of an autobiography? Fill your chapter's with confusion, happiness, surprises, fear, and how beautiful your story will be, once you do reach your destination on "Fairway Lane", and how your lessons shared, your spirit, will remain in the live's close to you.
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