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Time Changes
We made it back.
Clearwater was as beautiful as ever. Actually it was like walking around in a terrarium, plants that you'd normally see growing in a upscale greenhouse were just growing wild there. For some reason I noticed the plant life moreso than the bikini life this time. Come to think of it, I only saw one bikini the whole time.
As I predicted, there was no "wonton", primate inspired, smooching. And definitely no "wanton", primate inspired, relations neither.
Side note: "Wonton"... "wanton"... Who knew? Ok probably everyone else but me. Thanks to TCWH and FSG for pointing out that there is a difference.
This brings me to this point...
I've admitted before that I'm not the sharpest of marbles.
Given that, if you see typos and/or a grammatical errors that scream "Hey Mark, you're an idiot!!!" Please let me know.
I'd appreciate it.
This blog is probably the only inheritance RZ (BTW, this is Rene Zellweger for those of you playing Kamikaze Lunchbreak's game) will get and I'd like for it to be somewhat intelligible.
Now back to your regulary scheduled post...
Anyway, we were sitting around the dinner table Saturday night carrying on a conversation that spanned at least three generations when Leslie announced (prophetically I might add) "Time changes tonight!"
Those two words, "Time Changes", stuck with me the rest of the trip.
There was a time when Tommy (the uncle) was a boxer in the Navy. A time when he was the most gregarious man on the planet! A time when his personality could warm the coldest of hearts.
That time has changed.
Due to a stroke four years ago, Tommy is now a shell.
His mind is still as sharp as ever. His body has shut down.
Back then, he and I shared a friendship in spite of our 45 year age difference. Now we share that same friendship in spite of his stroke.
There was a time when Trudy (the aunt) was the hottest thing in a swimsuit. A time when she turned a wrench "for the war effort". A time when she could drink any man under the bar at the "Legion". A time when she was the envy of her friends because she and Tommy were "well off" and they traveled often.
That time has changed.
Now, she is Tommy's survival. She literally is his physical being.
Trudy is fading into Alzheimers.
All of her beauty, all of those amazing memories and all of her love is slowly being lost to time.
Time Stands Still.
On another note. Time stands still.
On the way down to Clearwater, Leslie received a call from her friend Janice. Janice was in tears. Their mutual friend (Julie) had just lost her husband in an airplane crash.
At the moment of that crash, Jud Brinson will forever be thirty-five years old.
At the moment of that crash, Jud Brinson will forever be a young husband.
At the moment of that crash, Jud Brinson will forever be the father of a beautiful, two year old, little girl.
At the moment of that crash, Jud Brinson will forever be the: friend, soldier, pilot, man that others knew him as.
Time Changes, Time Stands Still.
4/6/2004 10:52:24 AM
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