Moonlit Jazz

I realize at times that I am a hypocrite about certain things. And though it irks me to acknowledge it, I try to comfort myself with excuses and whatnot. But they won’t do, I know. So that said, let me rant a bit about something that is bothering me at the moment. (It’s not like anyone reads this anyway, eh? LOL!)

Life is short. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned this very telling fact. Life is too precious and too wonderful to delve into pettiness. I hope that though I don’t talk to my family as often as I should, I’ll never think badly of them nor them of me. I refuse to let stupid things get in the way of blood and love. I only wish that others felt the same.

Perhaps it’s because death has been such a presence these last few months. Kevin’s death continues to touch me and remind of life and laughter. And now Mr. Darryl Kile, someone I’d heard of but never really thought of, cut from his life so swiftly and without warning. It makes me hurt for his family. And it reminds me again of life’s challenges.

Perhaps the one I’m specifically thinking of will one day understand all these things and realize that her family is the most important thing in the world to her. Perhaps she will realize how her current cold front is hurting the ones she should love and cherish the most. They will brush it aside, but inside, I know it has to hurt. I know that it would hurt me if a child of mine acted in such a manner. You expect stupid things like this from teenagers, but not from grown, supposedly intelligent women.

As for me, it’s a good story. One I may tell it with specifics hidden in fiction. What a tale of ordinary life. And yet I still feel lucky to observe it all.

End of rant.