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Uncanny Events
Dec. 2nd, 2003 01:18 amThis may have to come in installments, don't expect any rhyme or reason to the next post(s).
First, I must thank all of my friends. I am about to wax sappy... through all of my troubles with my family, you all have been there. You all prove to me how special you are especially in the last few weeks. Whether or not you were able to support me in person or through letters, I could feel your presence. It was, and is, thoroughly appreciated and heart warming.
Before I forget in days ahead.... I need to put down these uncanny events..
Saturday I decided to take advantage of a coupon for a spa package. I got a massage, sea salt scrub, facial and paraffin hand bath. For the record, the paraffin hand bath was horribly disappointing. It was "meh" at most. While I was being massaged, my head was in the donut and I was floating in and out of consciousness. Only occasionally was I aware of the muzac in the background - which was severely Yanni-fied versions of songs.
The masseuse stops massaging, and gently trails her fingers over my upper back... I can only refer to it as "tickling" which is called that because that's what my mother would call it. That was her favorite type of touch, my father used to do that to her, and she would often ask me to do it to help her relax and sleep and just feel good.
Then, I become acutely aware of the muzac... "I Hope You Dance." Enter Uncanny. The Rabbi at the funeral thought it appropriate to read the lyrics to the song at her funeral. So, we have her special touch, and the song at the same time. Brought a tear to my eye.
I actually haven't really cried since her funeral. It's not real yet. I feel like we're on vacation... she's away at the hospital, and I am on vacation. Although, even with that benign thought, I can't sleep at night alone in an empty house. Bar-raising guy, who shall now be known as Master and Commander, or MaC for short, has spent almost every night and day with me since she died. He's been very supportive, and everyone who meets him, gets good vibes; better than Tattoo-boy, or Granite :)
Uncanny event #2... Jets vs Titans. The Jets used to be The Titans. My parents had season tickets since they were the Titans. I wore my mothers Testaverde #16 Jersey instead of my Chrebet #80 jersey. A guy 2 rows in front of us was wearing a Foley jersey. My mother always yelled "Stupid Foley" - never liked him as QB. The Jets won, and when I got home, AT 1AM! - I got a great parking space. I can't help but wonder if my mom and/or dad had something to do with the excellent karma tonight.
It's bedtime. I honestly love you all.
Stay tuned for future LJs with titles like "The Funeral" "Things I Want to Remember" "Thanksgiving" and the most sacriliciously [sic] inappropriate - "Best Shiva EVER!"
First, I must thank all of my friends. I am about to wax sappy... through all of my troubles with my family, you all have been there. You all prove to me how special you are especially in the last few weeks. Whether or not you were able to support me in person or through letters, I could feel your presence. It was, and is, thoroughly appreciated and heart warming.
Before I forget in days ahead.... I need to put down these uncanny events..
Saturday I decided to take advantage of a coupon for a spa package. I got a massage, sea salt scrub, facial and paraffin hand bath. For the record, the paraffin hand bath was horribly disappointing. It was "meh" at most. While I was being massaged, my head was in the donut and I was floating in and out of consciousness. Only occasionally was I aware of the muzac in the background - which was severely Yanni-fied versions of songs.
The masseuse stops massaging, and gently trails her fingers over my upper back... I can only refer to it as "tickling" which is called that because that's what my mother would call it. That was her favorite type of touch, my father used to do that to her, and she would often ask me to do it to help her relax and sleep and just feel good.
Then, I become acutely aware of the muzac... "I Hope You Dance." Enter Uncanny. The Rabbi at the funeral thought it appropriate to read the lyrics to the song at her funeral. So, we have her special touch, and the song at the same time. Brought a tear to my eye.
I actually haven't really cried since her funeral. It's not real yet. I feel like we're on vacation... she's away at the hospital, and I am on vacation. Although, even with that benign thought, I can't sleep at night alone in an empty house. Bar-raising guy, who shall now be known as Master and Commander, or MaC for short, has spent almost every night and day with me since she died. He's been very supportive, and everyone who meets him, gets good vibes; better than Tattoo-boy, or Granite :)
Uncanny event #2... Jets vs Titans. The Jets used to be The Titans. My parents had season tickets since they were the Titans. I wore my mothers Testaverde #16 Jersey instead of my Chrebet #80 jersey. A guy 2 rows in front of us was wearing a Foley jersey. My mother always yelled "Stupid Foley" - never liked him as QB. The Jets won, and when I got home, AT 1AM! - I got a great parking space. I can't help but wonder if my mom and/or dad had something to do with the excellent karma tonight.
It's bedtime. I honestly love you all.
Stay tuned for future LJs with titles like "The Funeral" "Things I Want to Remember" "Thanksgiving" and the most sacriliciously [sic] inappropriate - "Best Shiva EVER!"
