In The Arms Of An Angel


In The Arms Of An Angel

This morning at 6am I did a good thing for myself and went to yoga. Sometimes I go even when I am not feeling it, because I know that is when I need it most. It grounds me. The place I go to is a real community too and speaks all the spiritual lingo I like, which I appreciate.

But this morning when I arrived the instructor was in the room stretching to this song and I had to leave and go to the bathroom to wait for it to finish.

This song reminds me of my brother, Dean, who died at the age of 30. God, he was just a kid! I’ve gone through his things a hundred times looking for clues, and I see evidence of a young man who was sentimental, scared and feeling so despondent.

He kept cards we had all given him and ticket stubs from baseball games and the like. His life was barely getting started and my life has never been the same since his death.

As hard as I tried to get my head around the news when I first heard it, I just couldn’t accept it.

I had been out for the evening with my ex-husband. One of the only nights we took a much needed break from owning a restaurant. My sister was sitting in the back booth when I came in and simply said, “You need to call Mom.” She was so odd, I remember saying, “Did she win the lottery?”

She didn’t win the lottery, but she did have a police officer show up at her house and tell her that her son was dead.

He was found in a hotel room with copious amounts of drugs in his system. There was no note, even though my father told everyone at his funeral that he had killed himself. An investigation was done and the coroner said the cause of death was “unable to determine.”

When I think about him alone in that hotel room it makes me utterly distraught with sadness. I wonder why he didn’t call me, like he had so many other times in his life. It mattered not to me if he needed money or just wanted to tell me how hard he was working to make things right. I always had an ear for him. I thought we shared everything, but I guess he couldn’t share how utterly broken he felt with me, because he was my big brother and he felt he should be strong.

I just loved him! I know my boys would have loved him, too. They would have seen what I saw in him, when the rest of the world didn’t.

I know he watches over me. He is my angel, which is pretty ironic, since he did so many devilish things when he was here. He was always into trouble. Most of my childhood was filled with his antics, but I never cared, never judged him.

When I talk about feelings, change and authenticity, I am a person who understands how really precious our time here is. My brother was my friend, my hero. He always had my back and I tried so hard to have his. He was a person who was always up for an adventure. He was a person who not only walked to the beat of another drum, he created the beat.

When I say, “What’s the worst that can happen” it’s because I know what that is.

The worst thing that can happen, is that you don’t tell the people in your life how you feel about them. How much they mean to you and how much you love them.

I never got to say goodbye to my brother. He just left. The last time I saw him was not the best of circumstance. I was at his court appearance for some trouble he had gotten into and it didn’t fare well for him.

When the Balif came and handcuffed him, he looked back at me before they lead him out another door. If I close my eyes I am back in the courtroom with that look. I felt so helpless at the time cause I was just a kid, too. I wanted to do something for him but I felt like I couldn’t. If I had the day to do over, I would have jumped over all of the benches and held him, told him how much I loved him and that nothing was so bad that he had to take his life.

Please do not take anyone in your life for granted. Do not think that you have unlimited days with them to tell them how you feel or to make things right with them.

Life really is short and often times the people we love most, are taken from us without notice. Embrace everyone that you love, everyone that you want to love and everyone that you yearn to make things right with.



Finding Your Voice

cloudSometimes in life we have to find our voice. And while it may resemble a storm cloud with a megaphone at first, if we are just learning how to do this, it is far better to rain on someone else’s parade, then continuing to do so on our own.

I’m not one who struggles with this too much, especially when it comes to writing. I do however still find a bit of trepidation when I want to tell someone I don’t like something.

But I’m getting better at it for sure.

Often times when we are faced with a situation where someone crosses a line or boundary which makes us uncomfortable, we have to find words to let them know, even if it upsets them.

Actually, upsetting another person should not even come into play when we are expressing our needs, wants and desires, but we have all been conditioned to believe this.

This is old thinking, old programming. We get so worried about what someone might think of us that we wind up not saying or doing anything, which is probably the worst thing we can possibly do.

People don’t admire people who don’t speak up. The may not like them either. In fact, they just might call them names or say they are crazy. Throughout history this has been done to people just questioning authority, the system.

So I say question it! In fact, question everything! Anything that makes you feel uncomfortable deserves even more questioning. Why should you sit back and say nothing? There are enough people who do that, which is why change never occurs.

It’s the people who are bold and brave enough to step into their power and raise their voice that get shit done. And if you can’t say something to somebody but they can say and do whatever the hell they want to you, then you might want to question yourself for allowing that to be so.

Yesterday I listened to one of my children recount an incident that occurred during the day. He was sticking up for his brother (props to him) and an adult screamed curses at him. When all was said and done the powers that be took the adults side and I had to find my voice to tell them what I thought of that.

I was super proud of my son for having his say. Even more proud of him for sticking up for his brother. This show of bravery is to be truly admired, since this is the kid who was made to feel like shit by my husband’s parents, every time he said something. He has worked hard to find his voice and I don’t care how loud or untuned it is, it’s beautiful.

Often times the words may not come out as eloquently as we would like, but it is never the words we should be worrying about anyway.

It’s the action. Showing someone that you have their back and letting them know that no matter who tries to tell them their opinion doesn’t matter, it actually does, because they matter.

Words are empty without action. It’s like the Charlie Brown teacher in someone’s ear who is trying to understand why your inaction of not wanting to offend someone offended them even more.

It is the people who are not afraid to make enemies that make the most change. After all, what is an enemy but merely a person who is jealous?