Posts Tagged ‘Sunday

02
Aug
21

“I’m Lovin You”

By Bucktown 1 Comment
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This isn’t how I envisioned my next blog to go. I haven’t published anything since writing about Ryan. Not that I haven’t had things to say, it just felt so trivial once I started putting it into words. We lose the purpose of existence in a moment. 9/11 – We are one!!! A few years later it is a Facebook post that catches your eye so you share it saying never forget as you grab another Truly from the cooler. I’m not saying it is right or wrong. It simply is what happens. The best way to honor the people we love that left us to soon is to cherish the moments we have with the people still here. That is the purpose.

I drove to Alabama today. I meant to drive over 2 days ago, but kept getting caught up with this and that. I believe looking back now I was looking for things to delay my trip because I knew when I got here things would become real for me. It has been real for my family here in Lower Alabama or LA for the locals. We lost Momma last week. She was everyone’s Momma. The first time little brother introduced her to me he called her Momma and said I should as well. That was that. She embraced the stereotype and simply was everything people say about Southern hospitality. There are never guests in Mommas house. Once you cross that threshold you are family. Grab a plate, load it up, and find a safe place to sit down.

Chances are you will be run over by a dog or kid at some point while eating. Some people have beautiful houses filled with expensive neat stuff. It can be impressive, but not for me. I want to be in a home. A dwelling that is filled with love, amazing smells of pound cake baking, and hopefully a muddy dog chasing a 7 year kid down the hall. I feel sorry for people that don’t get to know what that type of love is like. It simply didn’t matter who you are outside of these walls because while you are inside of them you always had food to eat, a family right here, with a large helping of love for dessert. Okay that is not true because dessert is a ginormous bowl of ice cream that Dakota has to scoop or it doesn’t taste as good.

I stayed here in Alabama with little brother and his family for a long while after I left Cali. I decided I was going to lose some weight and started eating salads for meals. Not an easy thing to do with Momma making fried chicken, fried pork chops, potato salad (MAN I LOVE THIS), pound cake, and pretty much everything. Collard greens with bacon, jalapeños with bacon, hell I think some mornings we had bacon wrapped bacon dipped in melted butter. I would eat my salad only to have Momma hand me a plate with bacon wrapped bacon on it saying it ain’t right just eating a salad. Who am I to argue??? I can lose weight next week.

I pulled into the driveway tonight about 8:30 PM. I was supposed to leave on Friday, then Saturday, then Sunday morning, but it was almost 1 PM by the time I was leaving Charlotte. In my defense I do have a job and had to handle a few things before being gone this week. Pulling in I noticed the lawn was littered with cars. Sunday dinner. Every week there is a big meal and everyone eats. I smiled and thought this is what Momma left us. She didn’t leave us stuff, money in a mattress (although I’m checking first thing in the AM), or some big inheritance. Nope, she left us each other to lean on, laugh with, and share the pain with in hard times. We don’t have to face anything alone because we have this beautiful family Momma gave us. She was wise many times teaching lessons without pointing out the incredibly obvious.

We won’t need a crafty Meme to remember Momma. It won’t come around once a year to throw up a never forget picture of Momma. Nope. Every get together, impromptu Wednesday night we decide fuck it and have a few more that a couple while building a fire, and the Sunday evenings sharing food, laughs, and love with the people that are important to us. The truth is she never left. Her physical body stopped holding her back and now she can watch over us all. Momma didn’t go to bed without telling everyone she loved them. You didn’t walk out her front door without her saying she loved you. She understood how precious moments are and without shoving it down our throats she simply taught us by doing it. I’ve pondered what to write for a week now. I really didn’t have it until I pulled into the driveway tonight. I was met with 20 voices telling I was late, fat (thanks Shannon), ugly, and most importantly a tiny voice asking where did I want all my precious pictures a certain young lady drew for me. One of them is scary she said so I have to be careful when I look thru them.

It doesn’t seem fair that she is gone. I know it is incredibly hard on my sister in law. I can’t imagine the pain she is in and I never like to think about the day when well you know. We will keep Momma right here with us everyday. Every time someone leaves we say “Love you!” Every time we hand an idiot eating a salad a plate full of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and collard greens with bacon there will be Momma looking down on us proud that she left a legacy of love, respect, and a few extra lbs….. She also is one of one that passed every level of Candy Crush and became a God to the game.

We all love you and miss you Momma. We cherish the wisdom and kindness you showed us.

Always tell those you care about that you love them. Don’t wait for a perfect moment or time. Just do it every time. I can still hear the words.

“Alright, I’m loving you.” Then Momma walked up the stairs. This time Momma had a few extra stairs to climb to be with her maker.

“Goodnight, We all love you too Momma.”

FknBucky

31
Jan
21

Murph-Dog and the flight attendant

By Bucktown 1 Comment
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I think my legs read my last blog. 4:05 this AM. Oh well I got that off my chest so no need to go backwards. I do however think the last week of writing has been pretty deep into my world. On this cold and wet Sunday morning I wanted to share something of a fun story with you. I miss my friend Murphy all the time. I struggle to call her a dog simply because she was so much to me than a dog. Not everyone can understand what I mean, but once you have a bond with a furry friend like I did you finally get it. I used to tease my friend Brian A LOT about his dog Jazzy, but later once I had Murphy in my life I understood and probably should have apologized. I called him stupid and threw a beer can at his head instead. He got the message. That flying 12 oz missile was full of I’m sorry and love.

I now have Annabel, but Murphy was the friend that changed my heart when it came to these awesome buddies. She deserves all the credit in the world. Okay I have to get to a point here or you’ll be on YouTube watching Lil Xan videos wondering where you went wrong in life. How is that little troll famous?? I had no idea who he was until Bam Margera (I follow on IG cause the dude is a fucking trainwreck) posted a photo with him yesterday. Just watching 30 seconds of one video made me dumber. I will make this promise to the human race, if I am ever close enough to this weird little dipshit I will kill him. It is the least I can do. Still not on topic.

I wanted to share a fun Murphy story with you all today just because they make me smile and that is point of Sundays. To reflect on the week now behind us accepting what happened, recognizing the lessons we needed to learn, and to get ready for the kick ass week we are about to start. A clean slate all for you. It hasn’t been written yet and you can do whatever you want starting right now. Make good choices, LOOK for ways to help others, and most importantly do something kind for a stranger every day expecting nothing in return. If you don’t currently do this you are missing out on the easiest life changing experiences. Just do it.

There are two stories I am thinking of and I’m deciding on the airplane story although the story about the young lady with CP is quite possibly the cutest thing I’ve ever had happen to me unless you consider star gazing in Arizona with world famous models a cute thing. When you see me in person please ask about the young lady with CP and Murphy story so I can do it justice. You can ask me about the stars in AZ, but most likely you won’t get to hear that story. That one is just for me.

I was flying somewhere with Murphy again. My old job in Cali required me to fly A LOT. Sometimes multiple trips in the same week and with Murphy coming along 100% of the time she learned airports and airplanes very well. She knew the drill. I was amazed at how she knew when the big suitcase came out we were going on a trip so she would not drink a lot of water because she understood there wasn’t potty breaks on the plane. She would CHUG water once we got the hotel, but prior to that she would barely touch water usually just taking a sip to wet the whistle until she knew there was access to potty time. I was almost always in awe at how many things she learned on her own.

I am usually the first person or last onto the airplane. I go down early so I can get into the aisle chair, make it down to my row, and then scoot over to the window without 150 people staring at me. I was the first one on for this particular trip, by this time Murphy had literally taken/been on hundreds of flights, and understood the process better than most humans. As I’m being strapped into the aisle chair I asked a flight attendant to take my backpack to my seat. For the sake of this blog we will say my seat was 11A. This meant my seat was row 11 seat A which is the window seat on the right side of the airplane. The flight attendant did exactly this. Once he left with the backpack another flight attendant showed up to see if she could help in anyway.

I am still holding Murphy‘s leash at this point, but decided to let go of it so that the guys can load me up onto the plane. When I let go of the leash I say to Murphy “Seat 11A” which prompts her to run onto the plane. She runs down the aisle until she sees my backpack (2nd flight attendant never saw the backpack) and then jumps into the row 11 seats on the seat A side. The look on the flight attendants face was priceless as she looked at me and said “Your service dog knows how to read??”

I said “Of course she knows how to read.” If you know me at all, you know I said that with a very straight face and loved it. She was so amazed the entire flight and I never told her differently. I think about this sometimes and wonder if she is still out there telling people how this guys service dog knew how to read. I prefer to think she is simply because it makes it that much more awesome. I love fucking with people and this one is right up there.

Do something kind for a stranger expecting nothing in return.

FknBucky

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