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Originally posted on August 16, 2008
I’m going to confess (and apologize) right
off the bat, I’m not really in the mood to write today. So, this entry will
probably have no entertainment value to you. However, I have so many abstract ideas
and thoughts floating around my brain, I thought if I wrote a few words, maybe I
could sort them out. Maybe it’ll work, maybe it won’t. My mother was rushed
(from work, by ambulance) to the ER 2 days ago. One of her supervisors calls us
at home to tell us that momma’s was having heart pains, and they wanted her to
go to the hospital. Of course after getting that call, Sis & I beat the
ambulance to the ER. In Arlington Memorial’s gigantic ER, a weird coincidence
landed my mom in the exact room I was rushed to on September
17th 2007, when I had my inexplicable Blood Blessing. 🙏🏾 Sis took every
opportunity to tell the nice nurses and hospital staff of the room coincidence
and the fact that I had a blood count that day that ‘wasn’t compatible with
life.’ She (and I) were still a little proud that I’m the only known case of
a person walking, talking and conscious (however laboring) when I only
had a 3rd of the blood I needed to live in my body at that time.
After hours of numerous tests, chest x-rays and examinations, they found out
that she didn’t have any serious heart or lung issues. Her blood sugar was much
lower than it needed to be, so they gave her some food, prescriptions and a
lecture on keeping better track of that stuff (we tell her that all the time). It started to really make me think (again) about how fragile life is and
absolutely precious the time you have with the people you love is. Before losing
my beloved “twin” older brother years ago, the only experience I’d had with
losing anybody close, was my grandparents. First my grandfather (from leukemia),
then my grandmother (from losing my grandfather but they blamed it on
complications of diabetes). We spent every Summer there in Sinton, TX. I think
we were the only black kids in that neighborhood. All of our Summer friends were
Hispanic. My mom said that every year we’d come back home with a very pronounced
Spanish accent, even though my grandfather was the only one that spoke fluent
Spanish in our immediate family. I can tell you that I believe my grandparents
to be the true beginning of my proud family legacy. My dad told us that their
house, was the house that tramps or vagrants (as they used to call them) would
come to when they were passing through town to get a hot meal and safe place to
sleep. I also knew that well into their 70s/ 80s (before Granddad got sick),
they had an extremely healthy sex life cause my sister and I caught them
one Summer when we were scared awake by something in the middle of the night
(but I think we chose to block that night out of our minds). All those great
years and Summers are wonderful to think about now. And all the quirky and
unique things about me and my family, can easily be explained by my colorful
family tree. Not one of us is boring…or even normal but I find great pride in
that. 😁 I guess I’m rambling on because I’ve started to think about loss a lot
lately. As memories of my brother flood my head, and as my September
17th Re-birthday approaches, I lament on the importance of telling
people how much you care about them. So, I called a young friend that I haven’t
spoken to in quite some time, just to tell him that I hoped he was happy,
healthy and eating well and I know he’ll go forth and conquer the world.
Sometimes even the strongest and most capable people need to hear that. I guess
I just woke up feeling that I need to let the people I care about, that someone
is fondly in their corner, wishing the very best for them. Since romance seems
like a forgone conclusion at this point, I need to be concentrating my energy on
something just as important, even more so.
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