And so Monday begins…
Tragically, the actor who played Finn on Glee, Cory Monteith, passed away Saturday. This is not the first or last (potentially) drug related death of a celebrity, and while so many are left scratching their heads, I am not. Many friends have posted and tweeted about how having that much money should be enough to cure someone of their addictions- sadly, that’s truly not the case. Rehabilitation does not happen from money thrown at the offending addiction- whether it is drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, an eating disorder, cutting, shopping, sex… The list could go on forever, but the solution is never simple. Inner strength, the true desire to quit and support are what heals a person.
It’s not just this week, but in light of tragedy it brings forth my thoughts: I am thankful to be from a family where this inner strength is no stranger. Each one of my family members has battle wounds from fighting fears, some addiction (I quite smoking cold turkey after 12 years) and personal demons- we may falter, but we never let each other fall. The Worth men and women will always stand- even if we aren’t holding our own weight, we will always have a hand. That is what makes us Worth Strong.This crazy tribe I grew up in is a group I didn’t know the power of- but seeing all that we can accomplish, all that we can dream and all the stars that we force into alignment has proven to me that I have a lot to be thankful for. Without having to say more, thanks for sticking by me and showing me how to do it- all of it.
My dwarfism tidbit of the week: GET TO KNOW YOUR DISTRICT!!! LPA has proven to be invaluable to us in the first year of Addie’s life. Not only does Addie have some amazing friends, but we do too. This weekend was the Newport Kite Festival and we were hesitant to go due to rain, until my friend Christine said: ON OUR WAY! She lives two hours away… I knew we were going after that!
I first met Christine and Joe (her amazing hubby) last year during a District 1 trip to Mystic Aquarium. I felt an instant bond- with both them and their girls B (who is also achon) and her little sister A. I cannot tell you how these friendships will help parents, new and seasoned, in navigating the ropes when it comes to questions, support and which box of cheap wine is the best. Seriously- these friends look out for me like family.
If you are new to LPA and the dwarfism community and are wondering where to start: Your local chapter is the place!
Lastly, My random. This Monday I ask you to take a moment and hug those around you. Wave hello to your mail person and ask them if they’d like water. Let someone go ahead of you without honking your horn and flailing your arms.
Kiss your loved one goodbye.
Last night, as I finished my last bite of dinner and took a sip of wine, my phone buzzed. Mom. The text was awful. It was only a few words- a short story- but it said it all. My neighbor had unexpectedly passed. Twenty-eight years of knowing this quiet man, who had a beaming smile, stood tall but always made you feel tall too, who always made a connection with those around him, who loved neighborhood gatherings as much as weekends on the green, who was always there even when we didn’t know, who held Addie in infancy and told me she was perfect. He was gone.
I don’t know why it feels like I lost another piece of my Dad, but all I can think of are my neighbor’s children, like they’re my age when I lost my father. They’re not. They’re older now. Twenties and thirties. But we are all babies. We aren’t ready to say goodbye. Are you ever?
This sudden loss has left me struggling… wondering how I will get home to say goodbye, to kiss my brothers and sisters from just a house away- to make sure I have done what I can to say goodbye to my neighborhood dad. I know we can’t afford it, so while my brain was wracking itself into a down-spiral, I laced up- bum foot, shoes with holes, in the dead air laden with humidity, and ran.
2.4 miles later, as I rounded the corner, fully intending to loop it again, the rain began to fall. He was telling me to stop. It was OK. I had done my piece. He was watching me. Running is back. Therapy is a must… and the road is the only one who can provide what I need.
I will always miss you, Ed.
Don’t Grieve For Me For Now I’m Free
Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free
I’m following the path God laid for me.
I took His hand when I heard Him call;
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day,
To laugh, to love, to work or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way;
I found that place at the close of day.
If my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared a laugh, a kiss;
Ah yes, these things, I too will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life’s been full, I savored much;
Good friends, good times, a loved ones touch.
Perhaps my time seems all to brief;
Don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me,
God wanted me now, He set me free.