togetherness

It’s almost 5am here which means I need to be getting on the road back to STL so I can catch my flight back home.  I’ve been up most of the night with my aunt Sue and cousin Lori at the hospital.  Not much has really changed with Pa.  It is a waiting game wherein the victor has been predetermined, but we want him to have family at his side up until the very last.

It’s times like these when I realize just how wonderful my family is, and how lucky we are to have each other. We’ve had the chance to reminisce together.  We have talked about the good times.  We’ve cried together.  We’ve sat together in silence. We’ve done the things that people who love each other do in times like this, none of it is really out of the ordinary.  It is precisely because it is not out of the ordinary for us that I feel so very lucky.  If I were inclined to religious thoughts, I’d say we were blessed.

I’m glad that I had the time and freedom to come home, even if it was for a short time.  It will be hard not to be here for the funeral, but it was better to come and say my goodbyes to Pa while he is still here.

So, here I go again on another full day of traveling…

holding vigil

He looked me in the eye today, squeezed my hand, and told me that he loved me.  My heart is broken with joy.

I’ve spent the last day and a half feeling completely helpless.  There is nothing we can do but be there for each other to lean on as we hold round-the-clock bedside vigil.  Waiting.  But that one moment was worth the world to me, for the chance for me to tell him that I love him one last time, and to get the same in return.

Word’s cannot describe what it is like to sit by the beside of a stroke victim who wants so desperately to communicate but cannot.  When he opens his eyes, they light up when they recognize your face,and he squeezes your hand you know that it’s love behind those eyes.  You just know, without words, because you’ve lived all of your live being loved by him.

Pa has had very few moments of brief lucidity that are unbelievably precious, particularly since we know his time is short… and it breaks my heart to know that we won’t have him much longer.  He’s as comfortable as they can possibly make him, but it’s hard because we know he’s in pain.

I had to get away tonight. I couldn’t take it any more.  I needed to get out and away… to be distracted, if only for a few hours.  I’m going back tomorrow, to hold vigil overnight with my aunt before I have to fly back home in the morning.  Leaving is going to be so hard… knowing that I won’t ever see him again.

unfriending the ST

facebook, myspace, etc. etc. have introduced a new cultural phenomenon that I’ve yet to come to grips with : the “removal” of friends from your life. 

In the real world, the concept is fairly vague.  People make friends in stages and steps and the lose them in a similar manner.  People move, lives change, you interact and intersect with these people less and less until you no-longer really consider them friends.  However, you never formally declare that friendship over-and-done.  There’s no need, it’s just understood.

Now that we have websites where we specifically list all of our friends, one by one, we have introduced the dilemma of when to remove someone as a friend.  In most cases, online friend connections languish even when the friendship has long since faded away.  They are the Langoliers of web friendships.  Sometimes you remove someone because they were only tangentially your friend : someone you met at a party once but never talked to again, a boyfriend or girlfriend of a friend that they’ve long since broken up with, etc.  But, in general, it’s not a big deal because it’s likely to not even be noticed that the connection was severed.

However, when someone has ticked you off, when they’ve been so heinous that they no longer deserve to be linked to your life there comes the decision of whether to completely cut online ties and clicking that box that sends them into the virtual trashbin.  I’ve had to face the hard version of this decision twice in the past year… the second time being today.

Was ST that bad?  No.  We had a wonderful friendship at one point, one that I will remember as one of the most inspiring and rewarding that I’ve had in my life.  It is exactly that overwhelmingly great value I discovered in that friendship that makes it so hard to let go of.  But the relationship, the friendship, rapidly spiralled into oblivion in a painful torrent of miscommunication and misunderstanding that cannot undergo love’s recovery.  And today it was formally declared that there’s no point in continuing a friendship between us.  We are two people who have lost reciprocal faith in the other person’s actions and words being motivated by the open and honest expression of care, affection, responsibility, respect, commitment, and trust. 

As silly as it sounds, it is time to unfreind ST.  Isn’t it enough just to say goodbye in person?  Instead, I have to click a prompt declaring that “yes, I really do want to remove this person as a friend”.  Thank you, digital world, for adding another (slight) layer of complexity to our personal lives.