A Star is Born

Two nights ago we watched A Star is Born with Gaga and Bradley Cooper.  I had no idea about the ending - was not prepared for Bradley Cooper's character to hang himself.  In the previous version, Jackson Maine (played by Kris Kristofferson) died in a car accident (still sad, but more appropriate).

I enjoyed the movie up until that point, but when the character pulled his truck out of the garage and then walked back into the garage, carrying a black, leather belt, my heart started to pound.  No... no... no...    I could hardly breathe - definitely couldn't watch - couldn't listen - and couldn't escape.  Thankfully, Michael saw what was happening and fast forwarded, muting the sound.  All I could do was look at the ground and sob.  It's taken two days for me to be able to talk about it.

I plan for the big things - birthdays - holidays - events.  Even though they're painful, they're not a surprise.  I know I'll have to deal with them.  It's the things that show up unexpectedly - the surprises - that crush me and leave me breathless - searching for a way out - some way to avoid this shattering pain.  And there never is a way out.

The only way out - is straight through the middle of the pain.  I know it.  I'm just not always brave enough to do it - especially when it comes out of nowhere and slams me in the chest like a runaway freight train. My guard was down.  I wasn't ready.  I'll never be ready.

Why did the movie need to end that way?  The choice to have Jackson Maine take his own life is, in my opinion, a poor one.  With all of the substance abuse issues currently drowning us - with so many lost souls committing suicide - with depression running rampant, is it wise (or necessary) to romanticize suicide? The ending of this movie disappoints, to say the least - and causes me to relive the heartbreak of Greg's death.

You can  be sure that from now on, I'll check the spoiler alerts for the endings of any movie I see in the future.  I don't want to relive this.

My "go-to" guy

My garage door broke - again.  It's been repaired at least four times that I know of.  I know Greg fixed it more than once.  I think it's time to replace it and stop patching the problem.  So... who do I call this time?  Greg would know.

I can Google things like anyone else, but that won't really tell me who's good - who's reliable - who should not be called. Getting advice from Greg was way better than online reviews.  He knew!

And... I need stone (crush and run, I think it's called) on part of my driveway.  I don't even know where to begin.  Do the people who deliver the crush and run also spread it - or do they just dump it?
 
For any question - on almost any subject, Greg was always my "go-to" guy.  He knew more things about more things than anyone I've ever known.  Not just pretended to know.  He knew.  If he didn't know, he'd find out.

"Hey Greg!  Who do I call about crush and run - and what's the process?"

"Hey Greg!  I think I need a new garage door.  Would you mind taking a look?  Or tell me who to call?"

Greg would have an answer.  After talking to Greg, I'd know who to call.  I'd know where to start.

Today, I'm lost - overwhelmed by the tasks ahead of me.  (I know!  I know!  I overwhelm pretty easily these days)

I'll figure it out.  I may not get the best price - or the best person, but I'll get it done.

I miss Greg for more reasons than I can name, but today... I really miss my "go-to" guy. 

23 months

Today is the 4th.  23 months.  1 month short of a year.  It's been almost 2 years since Greg died and the pain still cuts me in half - like a sword - clear through my bones - I bleed tears. 

I still don't understand.  I'll never understand.

I looked in the mirror today - it doesn't happen often - and all I could see were purple circles under sad eyes.  Is that who I've become?

I don't have the energy today to be more. 

Graduation

Today Greg's 2nd oldest (I hate the phrase "middle child") graduated from high school - without his father.  Tragic.  What does an 18-year-old do with that - in his heart - in his head?  How does that affect his life from this point on.  

I didn't go - wasn't physically able to go (or invited).   Graduation was at "the Bob" (Bob Carpenter Center at the University of Delaware - a multi-function arena named after Bob Carpenter, a benefactor and trustee). Parking is horrendous - a lot of walking - bleacher seating - just too hard for me - plus - my heartache would pollute the happiness and pride that Amy and her sons shared today.  Amy was wise not to invite me.

The graduation was streamed live - so I was able to watch the live feed and see the graduation (incredibly good quality on the live feed).

Another milestone missed.