I Suck at Death
I have many weaknesses. I fall back on sarcasm and bad jokes sometimes when I’m feeling far too vulnerable. I (still) smoke. I bite my nails. I am known to retreat into myself, though I am getting better at that one. I have a difficult time accepting compliments, though I’ve learned to at least (try to) gracefully say, “Thanks.”
But all of those are mere blemishes when I compare them to my biggest weakness of all: death. It’s my Achilles heel.
I suck at death. Now, I know what some of you are going to say. Who’s GOOD at death? It’s all relative, I suppose. There are those of you that are, unfortunate as it may be, better versed at handling death than I am. Me, I’ve done my best to avoid it.
I haven’t had to deal with it very often, and I think that makes me even worse at handling it on the odd occasion it heads my way. I can count on one hand the number of funerals I’ve been to in my life…thus far.
My stepgrandparents. My grandmother. My ex father-in-law. My stepfather. And that’s it.
Sure, there have been pets, and they affected me pretty hard, too. When I was 19, I cried when I learned about Midnight dying, the pet cat I’d had since I was 5. Well, she didn’t die that I know of, but I learned that my father had lost her on the cross-country trip, moving back from New Mexico to New York. And I didn’t hear about it until nearly 2 years later.
When my grandma died of cancer back in 1990, I was a fucking mess. I was at a 6-week course in California, still in the Air Force, when my mom called me and said that I’d better come now if I wanted to see her one last time. All of this when 7 months previous, she was in remission and me and my wife and girls enjoyed her company over Christmas.
I bowed out of the class two days early and flew to Florida to see her. 60 pounds lighter in 7 months, a ghost of a shell of the woman I knew. And she didn’t recognize me. Looking straight at me, she hadn’t a clue as to who I was. It killed me. To this day, I kind of wish I hadn’t seen her that last time…mere days before her death. The woman I knew was already long gone.
My stepfather. In previous blog carnations, I told about that story, just over 5 years ago now. Also cancer. I watched him die in the very room I’m writing this now, stuck in a hospital bed for the last couple of months of his life, still clamoring for a smoke, even right after he turned off his oxygen machine.
And I remember the oddest thing about those early hours after he died. All of my mom’s friends came over and I was on autopilot, just making pot after pot of coffee, when someone said, “Damn, Karl makes some great coffee.” Really? The coffee is what we’re going to talk about when there’s a dead man in the room?
Last year, as I drove home from a weekend stay at Britt’s, I remember wondering about my own death. I listened to some such song that got me teary-eyed, no idea what it was, but oftentimes it’s the only thing that can make me cry…music. What would become of me? What was going to be left of me for the world? Had I made any difference at all?
What about my blog? What would happen to it? Certainly, my mom wouldn’t know what the hell to do about it. I’ve barely got her using a feedreader. Expecting her to sign into Wordpress and tell the world I’m dead would be akin to expecting an armadillo to rattle off the periodic table.
I particularly got to thinking about all this, I remember, because of a dear friend of mine, who many of you know. Lisa had recently announced that she had cancer yet again and it just fucking killed me. I met her in person at TequilaCon and the woman is a positive delight to be around, as lots of you can attest to.
So when Lisa was on my show (the first time), I asked her some hard questions, mostly because I was curious about my own online mortality and how I’d handle it. It was then that we came up with the Power of Blog, which is like a Power of Attorney, only for your blog.
Quite often our loved ones, whether they be spouses or family members, haven’t the slightest clue about blogging. So it seems, in this day and age, that while we’re putting our affairs and estates in order, signing and witnessing our wills, we should also be considering what happens to our blogs.
And Lisa – God knows why – asked me right there on the show, on the spot, if I would be her Power of Blog. And I was touched, and honored, and flattered, and wondering where the hell her head was at. But I agreed.
And since that day, I’ve been a praying fool, praying that I never have to execute that authority.
There’s a little anecdote that goes something like this: a man is conversing with an angel and says, “I’ve prayed and I’ve prayed and I’ve prayed and God never answered.”
The angel says, “Sure He did. Just not in the way you expected Him to.”
God definitely didn’t answer my prayers in the way I expected (or demanded) him to. Because as most of you know, Lisa’s days with us are quite numbered now. I knew it weeks ago, and knew that she and I had matters to discuss, but I kept putting off that phone call because, well, I suck at death. And suck as a friend.
But she called me last week and we spoke for a while. She’d been putting off the call, too, until her husband – The Dude – poked and prodded her mercilessly. Listen, he said, I don’t know what the fuck to do about your blog. It’s too important to be just…left. Call Karl.
And she did.
And so I find myself getting on a plane in less than 12 hours, heading for Philadelphia, so I can go to my friend. And see her one last time. This woman, who has fought cancer three times in recent years. This woman, who I shaved my head for last year in solidarity. This woman who pretty much bullied her way into my heart in very short order. This woman who actually had the nerve, after telling me of her most recent doctor visit, to ask me how *I* am.
An amazing person. Amazing wife and mother. Amazing friend. If there’s anyone in this world I find myself asking, “What did I do to deserve having THIS person in my life?” it’s Lisa.
There aren’t many people I’d brave 10-degree weather for. She’s one of them. I had to pull out all the stops and whistles in my wardrobe so she’d better be ready to par-tay like it’s 1999. Or as much par-taying as a hospital bed will allow.
Last year, on that drive back from Britt’s, I found myself praying that Lisa wouldn’t break my heart, as if all this shit is about ME.
She’s going to.
But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
And maybe THAT’S the way God is answering my prayer. Maybe He’s trying to show me that death is nothing to be afraid of, that it’s just natural, it’s part of life’s cycle. We pop out from our mother’s nethers, we splash around in the water, make some ripples in the pond, and then fade away, like a whisper of a dandelion seed into the wind. And hopefully, the ripples we made affected others in a good way.
Maybe that’s what He’s trying to teach me.
Fucker.
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Obviously, you don’t suck at the things you think you do…because look who’s going to Philadelphia in a few short hours to be with your dear friend.
I know she will treasure this time just as much as you will.
Savor every second, my friend.
*hugs*
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February 3rd, 2009 at 9:53 am
@Ginger, I will.
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Oh honey. What a great friend you are. Thanks for being there for Lisa. She deserves the best.
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February 3rd, 2009 at 9:54 am
@Connie, She does, indeed. She’ll have to settle for me.
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I call bullshit, Karl. You may suck at dealing with death, but while there’s life, you’re there for good friends. That’s what it’s all about – being there for each other.
(((HUGS)))
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February 3rd, 2009 at 9:55 am
@Kris, Well, thank you.
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You are beautiful in a way that makes my heart ache. Your both blessed to have one another.
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February 3rd, 2009 at 9:55 am
@Faiqa, Beautiful? Me? Awr, shucks.
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And every day I’ve been afraid to look at your blog because I knew about the pact that you and Lisa made with each other.
And I know it’s coming. I know that the day will arrive when you will have to tell all of us who love her and yet may never have met her that she’s gone.
If I could throw myself on her body and somehow draw out all her cancer and take it on myself I would. I’ve been around long enough to raise my kids. And I wanted her to be able to do the same.
I had hope. I prayed. But apparently it wasn’t enough. I feel like if I could have gotten everyone in the world to clap (like for Tinkerbell) she’d be okay.
Please give her a hug for me. Tell her that she will remain in my heart forever.
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February 3rd, 2009 at 10:01 am
@Mattie, I’ve pretty much avoided talking about her lately, mostly because I didn’t think I could come close to putting everything to words. I’d take the cancer, too, if I could.
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What a good, kind person you are. That we should all have friends who suck at death as much as you do. Saying goodbye is as important as saying hello. Thinking of both you and Lisa.
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February 3rd, 2009 at 10:02 am
@Selma, Thanks. Now that I think about it more, I don’t think I ever want to be GOOD at death.
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I think this is one of the best things I’ve ever read on this blog. Lisa is lucky to have you too — and I agree that God answers our prayers in unexpected and often unwanted ways — in this case, I think it would be to show you how important and trusted you are to the people you love.
Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it), I’m pretty damn good at dealing with death. My motto? Most people just want a really big, long, warm, strong hug, and to be allowed to be sad and weak and let somebody else be strong for them, even if it’s just for 2 minutes.
I’m very sorry to hear about your friend. Her family has my prayers.
~J
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February 3rd, 2009 at 10:07 am
@jessica, Thanks, hon. Yeah, I can be a good hugger when the need calls.
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I wish that I could express my feelings as clearly as you do here, Karl. You are a very dear friend, and I’m glad that you’re going to be able to help Lisa this way. Please give her a hug and a kiss for me.
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February 3rd, 2009 at 10:08 am
@Geeky Tai-Tai, I don’t feel like I expressed them all that clearly, but thank you. I’ll do that.
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Karl, you don’t suck. And you don’t need to look far for an angel because you are one.
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February 3rd, 2009 at 10:08 am
@metalmom, An angel with horns.
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Is anyone ever really good at death (besides the Grim Reaper of course)? I don’t think so. What is important in my mind is that we are the best we can be when dealing with the dying, the dead, and those who they leave behind. You’re doing your best… and that’s all anyone, even yourself, should expect.
Make sure you bundle up…
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February 3rd, 2009 at 11:27 pm
@NYCWD, Very true. I just wish my best felt like enough.
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I think that fucker is trying to teach that lesson to all of us through our beautiful Lisa.
I suck at death too. In all my comments to Lisa I don’t think I’ve ever used the words “death” or “dying” because I feel like I’d be giving up on her. Maybe that’s the other lesson here.
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February 3rd, 2009 at 11:28 pm
@Finn, She knows it’s happening. She’s said it flat-out. There’s no need to be afraid to mention it.
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Yep. To everything. (I suck at it, too, as you know.)
Still- you’re doing what you can, and that’s what matters.You’re a good guy, Karl. Lisa knows it.
xo
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February 3rd, 2009 at 11:28 pm
@Sybil Law, Being a good guy hurts like a sonofabitch sometimes.
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Karl,
I think Lisa knew exactly what she was doing when she chose you for her Power of Blog.
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February 3rd, 2009 at 11:28 pm
@noraisins, That makes one of us.
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I love you, man. You’ve got my phone number. I have broad shoulders. *hugs*
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February 3rd, 2009 at 11:29 pm
@Winter, Thanks.
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Very sorry to hear about your friend, Karl. I hope you get some quality time with her.
And I hate to break it to you, but I don’t think you ever get good at death. It just sucks, no matter how many times you go through it.
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February 3rd, 2009 at 11:29 pm
@wolf, You may be right.
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You’re a good man Karl… I hope you know that.
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February 3rd, 2009 at 11:30 pm
@Nat, I try.
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I hope you find some peace from your visit with Lisa. Bundle up and have a safe trip.
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February 3rd, 2009 at 11:32 pm
@Dragon, Bundle up is right. It’s STILL snowing outside. Thursday, the high is supposed to be 16. SIXTEEN!
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When my best friend’s dad passed away it threw me into a deep depression and I distanced myself from her and didn’t go to the funeral. She, of course, was hurt and upset and we haven’t talked since. So I get what you mean about not being good a “death”.. obviously we all hurt from it but some of us react WAY out of the norm/differently than others.
I think this time around you’re finding your strength and it’s because somebody NEEDS you and that says a lot about your personality.
You always find your inner strength when it’s needed by a very dear friend.
I wish I had.
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February 3rd, 2009 at 11:32 pm
@Twinkie, Owch. Well, I think we’ve all fucked up in our time. It’s what makes us human.
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[...] I just spoke to him and he’s on his way to my house. From reading the post that he wrote earlier today he’s having a tough time dealing with death. I’m very proud of him for coming here to [...]
I came here by way of Lisa’s blog. Karl, this was so beautifully written. You do not suck as a friend and you will do her a great deal of good.
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February 3rd, 2009 at 11:34 pm
@Shelly, Hiya. I hope so. It’s incredibly hard to see her in such pain. I wish I could take it from her, but a quarter of what she’s enduring would probably kill me.
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I know it’s been a while, but I’m thinking about you both. *hugs*
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February 3rd, 2009 at 11:35 pm
@Kyra, Hey Kyra! Yeah, sorry I’ve been so scarce for a while now.
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Karl, that is so sweet of you to fly up here to no-mans land to see Lisa. You’re a good friend.
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February 3rd, 2009 at 11:35 pm
@Black Belt Mama, Nah, it’s just money. And bitter, freezing cold.
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O.k., so you caught me on an overly emotional day as it is – Today would have been my 8th wedding anniversary if Ace hadn’t passed away. Probably why I’m crying right now.
I think it’s wonderful that you will have this special time together. You two were brought together for a reason…I think it was for you both to offer each other some level of comfort and it takes bravery on both of your parts to face what comes next. Love and hugs to you both and to Lisa’s husband and family.
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February 3rd, 2009 at 11:37 pm
@Foo, aw, Foo. So sorry. I know how hard this time of year is for you. Hugs back to you.
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Oh. this brought tears to my eyes. Beautifully expressed. It’s a hard thing you are doing, right now. But it’s a good thing. So, so good. I have had to walk into a house where someone I loved was dying, and it takes courage. And heart. So go with grace. And I’m so glad to you can be there for Lisa, who I adore and never got to meet.
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February 3rd, 2009 at 11:39 pm
@EDW, It’s hard, but I’ll face harder, I’m sure. Aw, fuck, who am I kidding? Probably not.
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You’re a wonderful friend, and I admire your honesty.
Please give Lisa all our love.
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February 3rd, 2009 at 11:39 pm
@Musing, Will do.
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Karl, I suck at death, too. I haven’t had much experience with it, but the few times I have, I’ve caved. Not to others, but within myself and it’s not good or healthy or any of that. So I understand what you’re going through.
But know that in this short time with her, you and Lisa became great friends. Great enough that she trusts you with her blog. For us bloggers, that is a big freakin’ deal. It’s an extension of who we are and trusting someone to take it over upon our deaths is huge. So know that she clearly loves you dearly and take comfort in that.
This was a beautiful post.
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February 3rd, 2009 at 11:40 pm
@kapgar, Thanks, dude. It really is weird to think of, having someone else take control of my blog.
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Absolutely beautiful and heartbreaking. Lisa picked the right guy. I know it’s cold but I have a feeling that the kindness and love surrounding Lisa, her family and you will keep you plenty warm.
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February 3rd, 2009 at 11:41 pm
@Five Husbands, yeah, pretty freaking cold here. And snowing. And I don’t have enough warm clothes.
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Do me a favour? Kiss her on both cheeks and her forehead and tell her I love her a million jillion kabillion? That is what Thomas does to me – wait – maybe it won’t be so cute coming from someone who isn’t 4. lol!
HAVE FUN! Create memories! Relax. xoxoxo
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February 3rd, 2009 at 11:41 pm
@Karen Sugarpants, Good point. Create memories.
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THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR
A sick man turned to his doctor, as he was leaving the room after paying a visit, and said, “Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side.”
Very quietly the doctor said, “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?”
The doctor was holding the handle of the door. On the other side of the door there came the sound of scratching and whining. As he opened the door a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.
Turning to the patient, the doctor said, “Did you notice that dog? He had never been in this room before. He did not know what was inside. He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear.
I know little of what is on the other side of death, but I do know one thing: I know my Master is there, and that is enough. And when the door opens, I shall pass through with no fear, but with gladness.”
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February 4th, 2009 at 8:22 am
@Just Meee~, That ought to be enough, you’d think. Yet fear is still pretty dominant for some.
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Karl, once again you have left me speachless. Twice in one day! Score
Really though, I am so sorry about your friend. What an amazing friend YOU are to go see her.
I don’t know what to say to make it all better for you or her.
I’m praying for you both and if you need me in in FL, I’m only a phone call away. It’s a cheap flight. If you lived elsewhere, I’d just send you a card.
Enjoy your time with her. And give her tons of hugs. I know you will.
Forgive me, I am just at such a loss as to what to say. I should shut up now.
((Hugs))
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February 4th, 2009 at 8:23 am
@Janelle, Thanks. I think most of us are at a loss.
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I keep typing and retyping my comment, but my emotions get in the way. But at this moment, as a mother, I just can’t type out what I really want to say.
All I can eek out is this: Go to Lisa, and be strong. She’s stronger than all of us combined right now.
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February 4th, 2009 at 8:23 am
@LVGurl, I’m here and I’m glad.
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I just got here. Sorry for the late comment.
You are a prince of a man for not only braving the cold, but also for taking the time to be with your friend at this time. I don’t know if I could do it.
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February 4th, 2009 at 8:24 am
@SciFi Dad, I’m sure you could do it if it was asked of you.
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I have come here a few times, through Britt, and Lisa.
Today I am compelled to comment. I have experienced death many times. I am 35 and have been to 25 wakes and funerals in my lifetime. Most have been aquaintances, some family or friends.
Your blog today has really touched my heart (and I am about as cold as they come). I wish there were more people out there like you. Moreover, I wish I knew people like you.
Here’s to you Karl…
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February 4th, 2009 at 5:31 pm
@Jen, South Florida, Aw, thanks. Where in south Florida are you? I’m about 90 minutes south of Orlando.
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February 5th, 2009 at 10:47 am
@Secondhand Karl, Dania Beach – just south of Ft. Lauderdale. Thinking about moving to Melbourne.
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February 5th, 2009 at 6:44 pm
@Jen, South Florida, Ah yes. I used to live in Boca. Now I’m in Sebring.
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If this is what you consider sucking at death, I want you to know that if the time comes for me to do something similar, I hope I suck at death as much as you do…
You’re a good friend. Big hugs.
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February 4th, 2009 at 5:32 pm
@suze, Thanks.
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I’m a little late on commenting. Karl, you may suck at death, but who doesn’t. You’re never ready or prepared to lose a loved one. However, you are a good person, a great friend. That shows in your actions and in your words.
Enjoy your visit with Lisa and laugh and love lots!
If you need anything at all, you have my number, don’t be afraid to use it. Big hugs and good thoughts to you.
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February 4th, 2009 at 5:33 pm
@becky, We’re laughing a lot. Being silly.
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I laughed out loud at your last two sentences, because that is exactly what my friend and I would say to each other! She would say it’s God’s way of teaching and we would both dissolve into fits of laughter as we say “fuckerrr!”
You will do a great job as Lisa’s POB and I suspect you’ll be able to help The Dude and the kids more than you know. Never underestimate your abilities to do anything. Live every moment. You’ll get better at it, every time it happens. And, yes, that does suck.
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February 4th, 2009 at 5:35 pm
@DefendUSA, Thanks. Very true.
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God bless you, Carl. I wish you a safe trip. You are stronger than you give yourself credit for. Hell, we ALL suck when death is concerned. You would have been amazed at my own suckosity as I watched my late-husband die when our daughters were 3 and 5.
Hug Lisa for all of us who have never met her. Laugh with her, cry with her, and enjoy her.
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February 4th, 2009 at 5:36 pm
@ame i., Precisely what I’m doing.
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Karl, if you think of all the friends we loose – we have to think of them as GOD’s flowers. HE picks them when HE wants them… not when we are ready to give ‘em up. And we cry because we are empty… but think how glorious it will be for them… not to be in pain any more, not to suffer any more, to be with HIM forever.
It is not scary or sad – it is glorious and joyful.
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February 4th, 2009 at 5:38 pm
@Pooba~, Perhaps it SHOULD be glorious and joyful. But it doesn’t always feel that way.
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Hugs.
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February 4th, 2009 at 5:38 pm
@she, thanks.
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What a good blogging friend you are, Karl. Tell Lisa the rest of us are sending good vibes her way.
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February 5th, 2009 at 6:45 pm
@martymankins, Will do.
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I just came over from Clusterfook, she is fortunate to have you and you her – you’ve both been blessed. This post, you made me tear up and now I want to call you mean names in a darling way
You’re a good friend.
I’ve taught my darling how to use my blog and my best friend uses wordpress hosted on my domain so he knows how too. I’m planning to make a “final post” for “just in case” because my own health is really iffy and it could turn at any time so it gets scary. I made them both admins and I want them to pull my special post out of draft and hit publish if something does happen then I want them to use the rest of whatever there is of that year in my hosting to write and get their memories and feelings out, with my readers, and hopefully everyone will gain some sort of comfort.
Anyhow, I only just barely got started reading at Lisa and I am soo sorry I missed so much but I’m glad to have found her now, it puts my own issues in a much better perspective and she is one tough cookie.
Be well dear man, and no matter what – stay shiny – you know she wouldn’t have it any other way.
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February 5th, 2009 at 6:49 pm
@jGrrl, Sorry to hear about your health. I think it’s a good thing to contemplate your blog for the worst of possible circumstances. You’ll find some great stuff in Lisa’s archives, if you feel like reading back.
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I’m glad you could be there for your friend, Lisa. It is so important to be there at this time.
I know what it feels like to lose a friend to cancer as my best friend did. I was strong for her even though I was dying inside.
Thinking of Lisa and her family.
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February 5th, 2009 at 6:50 pm
@Patty, Thanks.
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I’ve been a lurker with both yours and Lisas blogs – but finaly have to add to all the other comments – you rock as a friend.
You have brought up a very interesting point the two of you – the power of the blog… right – I am off to blog about it.. thanks….
*back to lurker mode*
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February 7th, 2009 at 10:40 pm
@Annie Evett, Where is your blog? Saw quite a few on your site.
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oh and thanks for being so candid and sharing your thoughts
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holy crap. I just came upon your blog- after reading Lisa’s recent post- and am in awe. Total total awe. I’ll be thinking of you, and in particular of her.
May God be with all of you…..
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February 9th, 2009 at 9:37 am
@vodkamom, Thanks for popping by. I had a wonderful time in PA with Lisa.
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I’ve been following Lisa for some time, but just discovered your site. I have some reading to do, obviously. What a wonderful friend you are and now you’ve got me thinking about this Power of Blog thing. Who would I give mine to? My husband can only find his way to Ebay and Yahoo auctions to order more Dale Earnhardt crap. He can’t even email.
As for sucking at death . . . can I be in your club? I’ve been sucking at death for over a week now since I lost one of the best friends I’ve ever had. I keep thinking I’m going to wake up from a bad dream. But I don’t. I didn’t suck at death this badly when either of my parents or my mother-in-law died. I feel like I’ve been sucker-punched and can’t pull myself out of it. So it’s only been a week. Everyone says “it takes time.” Is it summer yet?
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February 9th, 2009 at 9:39 am
@JHS, Hiya. Yeah, the Power of Blog is certainly one of our better ideas. Surprised no one came up with it sooner. I still need to find my own Power of Blog. Glad to meet ya, thanks for stopping by my blog.
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You sound pretty normal about the whole death thing to me.
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February 9th, 2009 at 9:40 am
@Lynda, I haven’t been called normal in a long time.
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Nice Post.
No one does death well.
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February 11th, 2009 at 10:02 pm
@Rivka with a capital A, I suppose not.
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Give this message to Lisa for me: fuck cancer.
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February 17th, 2009 at 12:38 pm
@Shelly, Will do. I say that to her most every time we talk.
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Karl, I don’t know you, I came here from Lisa’s blog tonight, but I just wanted to tell you that even though you may think you suck at death, you are a great friend to her and you handled her death the way she asked you to do.
You went into the cold from here in sunny Florida, you posted to let us all know, and these words you’ve written here touched me in ways I can’t even tell you.
Thank you for writing this, for doing what you’ve done, for being there for her like the good friend you are.
Just thank you, I wish I could explain why, but just thank you.
Kat’s last blog post..Last few days update.
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February 28th, 2009 at 12:20 pm
@Kat, thanks very much. I did what I could do.
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Karl,
I have read a few of your blog entries and have enjoyed them! I wanted to comment on the one when you visited your Doctor’s office and she inquired about your ring.
We are very similiar in our beliefs that I too do not believe that the Catholic church is the only way of finding God.
If more people believed in someone or something higher than themselves maybe our society would not be as messed up as it is!
Take care….Chris
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October 4th, 2009 at 11:10 am
@Chris, Agreed. There’s no one way to God any more than there is only one way to make soup. In my mind, it’s silly to think otherwise. Course, God and I aren’t on such great terms right now, but that’s my fault, not His.
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