A SpotsBug’s World

so free is good!

Thanks to my brother, my mom and I went to see the Red, White & Boom downtown tonight.  The bro had some free tickets that he offered us.  They were free, so why not right?

Aside from the downpour before the show, the evening was great.  The storm cleared and brought in cooler temperatures and a gentle breeze. 

The performer this year was local boy, Aaron Tippin.  The country singer, popular mainly for his patriotic and family friendly songs which were primarily written in the 90s, is from around this area.  He is truly a country boy, but seemed like a genuinely nice guy.  He acted very humbled to be performing near his hometown.  I’m not really into the real country music like he tends to sing, but the performance was entertaining and fun.  He brought his family onstage to perform with him on a couple of songs as well. 

He even put together a bicycle while singing one song.  He later told that over the years he had put together around 600 of them.  He donates each one to the Toys for Tots program and did so this evening also.  A marine came out to accept the donation.  He encouraged everyone in the audience to give back to society in some way. 

I thought to myself what a positive and truly great message he is spreading.  In today’s world where people are often too busy to take care of their own families he’s reminding people to take a moment and support others.  See he’s a good guy!

The best part of the evening was hanging out with my mom – my most favorite person.  She seemed to enjoy the night too and that makes me happy.  Seeing her happy just really makes my day.

So all in all, free is good!

Oh and by the way… I’m on vacation for a week!!  YAY!!

a lot has happened

Over the last several days a lot has happened. 

In a previous post I wrote about my sweet grandmother who was in the hospital after falling and then how someone had broken into her home.  She’s still doing alright – at least as well as can be expected.  The family though, has convinced her to move into a nursing home – at least temporarily.  I really do hate this, but I feel it is for the best. 

What is worse is that last Thursday two of my uncles and my mother had to tell her that another one of her children has passed away.  My uncle Charles, the oldest of her eight children, was 68.  This is the fourth son she has lost, including my father.  The only comment she made that entire day regarding the loss was that half of her children were gone now.  Aside from that and a few other sweet words, she remained quiet most of that day.

In her 85 years she’s been a fiery spirit – a woman I have admired.  She’s seen things and lived through hardships I have only read about in textbooks.  Just like anyone her age, she’s watched as businesses folded and bread lines formed during the Depression.  She’s experienced life in a textile mill village.  She’s prayed for the safe return of her husband, her brother and two sons as they spent their days fighting for our country’s freedoms in a war far away.  She’s provided for her family working as a seamstress and come home each night with bloody fingers.  She’s protected and cared for her eight children and worried as they experienced a multitude of health problems.  She’s battled her own health issues.  And she’s watched as her entire immediate family, her husband and now four of her children have slipped from this life to the next. 

Through all of these struggles, she’s been a fighter.  She’s always found the strength and courage to move ahead.  However, this time with Uncle Charles, the fight and strength that I’ve seen in her so many times before during occassions such as these seems to be missing.  This time is different.  I’m not sure if it’s her age or her health, but this time she actually looks and acts defeated.  Defeated by life – like this was just one last tragedy that was just one too much.

I pray for her that somewhere she’ll find that strength inside her again to get through this.  She’s such an important person to me and our family.  She’s an amazing woman who has set a tremendous example – one of which I will never live up to. 

As for my uncle’s funeral – all went as well as it could.  I handled the loss quite well.  Especially since it was the first funeral I had attended since my own father’s two years ago.  It was a little strange being in that place with that group of family, his family, and not having him there to hand out orders and talk to everyone in the room.  My mother told me later she felt this strange expectation to see him enter the room at any minute.  I suppose the worse moment for me, aside from hearing about Charles’s death, was reading his obituary the following morning.  I was sitting at home alone and as I read the words it hit me, my father was on the other list of family members - the preceded in death section.  The obituary read… “He was preceded in death by three brothers, Johnny, Tommy, and Ronald.”  It was the first time I had seen that.  I had a moment and then it was over.  I gathered myself together and finished getting ready to go to work.  I suppose through my life, little occassions, little moments such as this one will always happen that remind me just how much I miss him.

So I’m praying for my family.  Especially for my grandmother, for Charles’s family, and for a few others that are also spending their days in a hospital right now as well.  Hopefully my next post will bring better news.   

he will always be with me

This has been a long week.  After a trip to Atlanta to watch the Braves play last Sunday and then traveling to Jacksonville for the entire week for a work conference, I decided to rest a little today and skip church. 

While at home, I stumbled upon an NBC retrospective episode of Meet the Press which focused on remembering their beloved host of 17 years, Tim Russert.  He passed away Friday from a sudden heart attack.  Honestly, I have never been a huge fan of this show.  Usually I’m always at church when it is on but I’m also not really into politics.  And often what I did see of Tim Russert through the years, I really didn’t like.  I’m not sure why but for some reason or another, I would usually turn the channel when I saw him on.  His public persona was not very appealing to me. 

But something caught my attention today as I was flipping channels and found the show.  Tom Brokaw was practically in tears talking about his longtime friend and what an impact he had made on everyone that knew him.  He spoke of what a great mentor, friend, and colleague he was.  But what really touched my heart was how much the panel spoke of his love for his father and of being a father to his own child.  As we celebrate fathers this weekend for Father’s Day it seemed an appropriate thing to remember about this man who was known by the public for being quite rough on political candidates.  I was glad to see a glimpse of the other side of him. 

But it also reminded me of how much I miss my own father.  And how much I wish I could have one more Father’s Day to share with him and tell him thank you for all that he has done and for everything he has meant to me.

So on this Father’s Day I celebrate my father’s legacy.  All that he was and all that he wasn’t.  I will remember all the lessons he taught and those he didn’t intend to teach.  And I will carry him in my heart because if he is there, then he will always be with me.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad!