like Father, like Son?
just got back from Skip’s funeral…I didn’t go to the cemetery…The pastor said it was voluntary…I ended up in the fellowship hall chatting with a pair of former high school classmates…I remember them, I’m pretty sure they don’t remember ME…The way I recall it, my Dad used funerals to catch up with old friends…I never did ask him what he was feeling–I can’t imagine him being able to tell me about them anyway…I’ve kinda adopted that policy myself…The second serious crush I had was there–Shelley…she looked very good…I spent as much time as I could hanging out with her…The first actual date I ever went on was with her…I re-united HER with a classmate of her’s–THAT felt good…I found out some things about my Musical history that I had been unaware of thanks to Mark, who met Skip thru ME (I think)…seemingly, someone I admired, Mark thought of differently…my Parents sure didn’t like the guy…I’ve always said I was naive…
Apparently when I say [so and so] and I drifted apart, what I mean is *I* drifted away…It seems that the people I met or knew because of Skip remained friends with Skip all these years…For instance, I coulda sworn Skip told me Shelley moved to Colorado…She told me that her and her husband split their time between there and MD…so the reunion we had today (after THIRTY-FIVE years) theoretically coulda happened years ago…Perhaps SHE didn’t want it to…I keep forgetting, ya can’t go home again…But IF she wasn’t married (and presumably in love) and IF I was handsome and financially secure and IF I had a car I would ask her out…But none of that is the current reality…
There is talk of a Musical tribute of some sort, possibly at Shelley’s house…probably won’t be able to make it to that; and remember–ya can’t go home again…
I think I handled myself fairly well…except for the part about envying Skip, even today, now that he’s gone…THAT didn’t go over well…But it is how I feel, it’s reality…He lived a great Life as far as I know…My Life has been (more or less) the absolute pits…Admittedly I get 95% of the blame, if not more…But knowing that doesn’t help…
and now I guess I can get completely away from Facebook…I’ll probably check in more than occasionally, but hopefully not more than once a day…