Friends and Ripples

Oh I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm gonna try with a little help from my friends

“With a Little Help From My Friends” – The Beatles

Obviously ignoring the drug reference, my friends and neighbors have instrumental to me keeping sane during this past week with my dad’s passing. Sunday comes to mind. I had one of my best friend’s hosting a baby shower which I had been invited to. I went to the baby shower. Afterwards, towards the end, I confided that I really didn’t want to go home to a house of just me and my cats. I got invited to stay a bit, then we went swimming, then a late night dinner with her and her boyfriend, then a bar for a beer, and then back to the house where she sipped a beer and I got smashed, and then she let me crash in the guest room after all that. And we talked a lot. And God, did I need it.

And Thursday, another instance. My first store that I worked at, the one I was hired at, had without a doubt, the best crew that I have ever worked with. I compare everything to them. I reached out to one my friends, the one who actually trained me, at the start of this situation, and then we were joined by four other people that we worked with and it was nice just to reminisce, drink, and know I have an army of friends behind me. Although my 20s saw me sort of stuck, I was able to finally have people to call real friends and they have never failed me.

Friends aside, trying to cope with his death has been challenging. I have no idea where to start in the house except the kitchen. (I work in a restaurant so it seemed the most obvious). I have worked to keep it meticulous, in my own sense, to the point where I feel like I just keep cleaning the same things over and over…which is what I have determined adulting to be. Routine and doing the same things over and over again. Today is my bedroom and my bathroom. I figure if I get my things in order before I tackle the entire house.

And then there is the matter of my Camp NaNoWriMo. I am determined to finish despite everything.

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