Jersey's father passed away. While we knew he was sick none of us expected it to happen when it did, how it did...I especially was knocked down to my knees when I learned the news because he's just like his son. They're these physical beast-like men who push their bodies to the brink.
The minute I heard the news I changed my flight schedule to get out there as soon as possible. I got there and something just changed in me. I saw the little boy in my beloved...I saw the broken heart in him that I've carried around for years now after losing my own father (a club of sad souls who understand the grief) and I went into protector mode. I made sure to be there...to listen and act when need be.
The day of the funeral it rained...the first day of rain in weeks. I sat in the limo with the family while Bette Midler's, "I Think It's Gonna Rain Today" played over and over in my head.
I didn't think my fella and I could be any more close...or that I could love him more, but I wanted to protect him from the pain with a strength I never knew I had. It was hard coming home without him but I'm proud of him for staying and helping his mother put her life back together again...whatever that means.
This is life. This is what it means to be a big kid....to be in a real relationship. At the funeral I went up to Jersey's father, placed my hand upon his heart and whispered to him that I would always take care of his son and would love him and honor him.
Human kindness is overflowing...
|The day of the funeral the clouds rolled in...|