Late Sunday evening I opened my iPad for the first time since Friday, when I wrote about the tragedy that had swept — home to home and heart to heart — through our small community the previous morning. Those who have been following this blog for a while already know, though I’m a humor columnist (If you just started following, I promise this blog gets funnier), I take a turn for the serious when the situation warrants. And while I still have to produce “funny” for newspapers that carry my column, this blog is a true extension of myself — because you allow and encourage it to be.
Friday was a truly wonderful and humbling example of that.
With the kids in bed and my wife asleep on the couch next to me, I sat staring at the screen with a mixture of awe and profound appreciation for the more than 150 responses — words of encouragement, support and understanding — for me, my son, our family and the community. Writing that post was a necessary part of my own healing process; receiving so much support was like talking through it with a close friend.
Over the weekend, I spent time with my family simply appreciating their presence in my life. My son and I hung a new basketball backboard and shot some hoops — a place where we have had many important conversations and, God willing, we’ll have many more. And if The Almighty sees fit, help me drain that long three-pointer just once before my son graduates from high school. The wound within our hearts is still raw, but the pain has subsided to a dull ache. Eventually it will fade to a scar which, like most scars, will not only serve to remind us of the pain we felt — but of what it takes to heal.
My sincerest Thank You to all of you for being a part of that healing process through your support, heartfelt wishes and encouragement. As I said in the title of this post: I can’t thank you enough.
Tomorrow will mark my 16th year as a columnist here at Siuslaw News. In the words of my editor: “No one knows why.”
I can sum it up in one word:
Enjoy the day and take extra time to hug those you love, even if you’re running late; I promise you’ll never regret it.
Unless it’s someone you don’t actually know.