Friday, January 7, 2011

sad but true

A little less than a week ago. Someone I met once died. He was a musician in a local band here. On New Years Eve he and his band played a gig. No one knew it would be his final show.

 I met him the day after his girlfriend gave me my tattoo in November of 2009. More details about his death are in the purple links below.                                                                                                                   remembering frankie   dallasobserver article    nbc dfw article  details for memorial show contains adult langage
Please note I'm not glorifying what happened. I'm acknowledging that it did. 

 If I want to share parts of my authentic self,  I'm not going to pretend that everything in life is perfect or happy all the time. Sometimes life is very hard to deal with.

Sometimes life is heartbreakingly sad.
Sometimes life is painful.
Sometimes it feels like nothing will ever get better.
Sometimes it feels like no one understands.
Sometimes it feels like hope is just another word. That means nothing.
Sometimes it's hard to see past one moment, let alone, another hour, day, month, or year ahead.

Sometimes it takes to much energy to try.

Sometimes it feels like there aren't any options. You just want the hurt to stop. Sometimes it's hard to remember someone out there loves you, even if you can't feel it.

But it is true that love does exist, even when it doesn't feel like enough. It's okay to ask for help. That's what some people live for. 


Artist: The Replacements
All eyes look up to me

High above the filthy streets
Heed no bullhorn when it calls
Watch me fly and die, watch me fall

I'm the boy they can't ignore,
For the first time in my life, I'm sure
All the love sent up high to pledge
Won't reach the ledge

Wind blows cold from the west
I smell coffee, I smell doughnuts for the press (on their breath?)
A girl that I knew once years ago
Is tryin' to be reached on the phone

I'm the boy she can't ignore,
for the first time in my life, I'm sure
All the love sent up high to pledge...

Priest kneels silent, all is still
Policeman reaches from the sill
Watch him, watch him try his best
There'll be no medal pinned to his chest

I'm the boy they couldn't ignore,
for the first time in my life, I'm sure

I'm the boy for the last time in my life

All the love that they pledge
For the last time will not reach the ledge 


  1. lol well if your hair was short it does come out looking like poodle hair.

  2. This post is beautiful and sad. It's strange how a stranger's death can affect as so profoundly. It's because we are all connected I suppose.
    Your words about suicide are important too.
    It's sad because it's a life ended, it's beautiful because you're words are hopeful :)

  3. Hi Teddi, I tried to comment but I'm not sure it went through....

  4. I'm sorry to hear about the loss of such a young and talented man. I'm sure many people loved him and are now trying to cope with his death.
    Having personally known three people in my own life that have committed suicide - I know how strongly this type of death impacts the survivors lives.
    I hope his family and friends will reach out and not be afraid to find the support they need from those around them during this difficult time.


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