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The rain came down with enough intensity to saturate my adidas polo, but it was needed to cool the steam that was emitting from my body. I can only imagine the mist rising into the damp evening. Simple mistakes, that YOU could’ve made, and I may have smiled or not been worried about, were the same small mistakes that became so frequent, that they reminded me why she and I arrived here. But we’re all here.
The drops ran down my face like tears, although my maddening changes, may make me feel bad, but crying is one of the farthest things from my mind. I agree, that the Men don’t cry farce is just that, but with the amount of loss these last few years, and with certain situations, it’s so much easier to just become ‘comfortably numb.’
My melancholy walk to the car, saddened me because as she was doing the things that ultimately drove me back to YOU. I thought silently about how could I simultaneously be empathetic when YOU needed it, and be angry with her at the same time.
I thought of the words ‘fair,’ ‘just,’ ‘right,’ and ‘deserve.’
This last week has been interesting, eye opening, saddening, maddening, happy…I guess just life. Actually, the last 2 months. Except for one bad decision, I am lucky/fortunate to have be able to experience all of it.
-Interesting to find out my Dad was married, via text.
-Thank God for my cousin.
-My nieces will be the biggest fans of the now defunct Atlanta Thrashers, they have enough gear now to carry on the fight.