There Comes a Time When You Need Someone
Sometimes life takes an interesting turn. Sometimes it feels like the turns life takes are far from desirable. It decides where you go and you don’t have a whole lot to say. You only decide how you act. I guess that’s what makes it interesting.
I sit here in Hamilton, Ontario. Two days ago, Sunday, I had no idea I would be here until we received a phone call from my wife’s sister. My father in law went into the hospital and the family wanted my wife to get to Vancouver as soon as she could. My wife’s father finally died yesterday morning. We got her and our daughter to Toronto and on a flight to Vancouver as fast as we could. Yet we were too late it seems. Around 7:00 a.m. Monday morning my father in law left this world for the next. My wife missed the chance to see her father one last time with the light of life in his eyes. She was probably in at the Winnipeg Airport when it happened.
She called me and cried a little. My daughter was not allowed to see her grandfather’s lifeless body. I’m not sure how I feel about this but in the end it wasn’t my decision to make. I listened on the phone from over 2000 miles away and felt lost at heart. There is nothing in the world I could have said. When she told me they didn’t make it what was there to say? Nothing, you just shut up and listen. Listen with all your heart and hope the person at the other end of the line can feel you listening.
My wife told me the wake will be held this Saturday and that her and my daughter will stay until then and come back the next day. For some reason I feel like this is home. I’m not sure why. I guess Canada means something to me now. Canada to me has accepted me more than any other place I’ve been.
You see there is a funny thing about this place. I met my wife’s family in this country and although I don’t like Vancouver all that much and think the people there are a bunch of posers, I still felt more like a person there than anywhere else. My father in law was a big part of that. I remember just getting together with him to watch the Grey Cup, the Canadian version of the Super Bowl.
I remember how that man took care of our daughter and did what he could in his own special way to help me get my shit together when I needed it most. Just like my wife he was there for me in his own unique way. I’ve never actually had someone do that for me. When I think of it now I could really care less if my actual parents die. My loser-drunk mom will never really change. She still calls me drunk sometimes and it doesn’t really matter. I either have her in my life and live out this boring, useless drama or I don’t. I’ve lived without talking to her for years but that actually takes effort more effort than it’s worth. My father has been busy making sure his gonads were taken care of before me for a long time. After he fucked my aunt in the sleeper of a semi at an oil well when I was seven my life changed unalterably with no input from me. He is married now and I’m pretty sure I’m not even mentioned in his will. It happens I guess, but it didn’t happen when I went to Canada.
My father in law didn’t do that to me. He didn’t do that kind of thing to us, not at all. All he did was try to help; and he did that because he cared. I’d never met someone like that. Now that he has passed I rather find myself surrounded with such people.
I’m here in Ontario staying with people I barely know. One person is a friend that I met online about 8 years ago. Sometimes we go a year without talking to one another. I’ve only met her in person 3 times including now. I’ve never met her family before. Yet her father let me stay here for 6 nights in Hamilton so I don’t have to make the 500 mile round trip to pick my wife and daughter up on Sunday in Toronto. My friend’s sister has welcomed me and went grocery shopping with me this morning. We made dinner together. Everyone has done nothing but help me and offer their home to me and let me enter into their lives on almost no notice.
I can’t wait to get back to Canada and live here.
No matter what I think, my father in law finds his body on the way to the crematorium and will soon take its final form on this planet. His ashes will spread on his parent’s graves and the rest will get cast into the water. I miss the man already. I miss all the little things that he did. I miss the phone calls and I miss him as a friend.
As always, thanks for reading to the end. Talk to you next week.
I sit here in Hamilton, Ontario. Two days ago, Sunday, I had no idea I would be here until we received a phone call from my wife’s sister. My father in law went into the hospital and the family wanted my wife to get to Vancouver as soon as she could. My wife’s father finally died yesterday morning. We got her and our daughter to Toronto and on a flight to Vancouver as fast as we could. Yet we were too late it seems. Around 7:00 a.m. Monday morning my father in law left this world for the next. My wife missed the chance to see her father one last time with the light of life in his eyes. She was probably in at the Winnipeg Airport when it happened.
She called me and cried a little. My daughter was not allowed to see her grandfather’s lifeless body. I’m not sure how I feel about this but in the end it wasn’t my decision to make. I listened on the phone from over 2000 miles away and felt lost at heart. There is nothing in the world I could have said. When she told me they didn’t make it what was there to say? Nothing, you just shut up and listen. Listen with all your heart and hope the person at the other end of the line can feel you listening.
My wife told me the wake will be held this Saturday and that her and my daughter will stay until then and come back the next day. For some reason I feel like this is home. I’m not sure why. I guess Canada means something to me now. Canada to me has accepted me more than any other place I’ve been.
You see there is a funny thing about this place. I met my wife’s family in this country and although I don’t like Vancouver all that much and think the people there are a bunch of posers, I still felt more like a person there than anywhere else. My father in law was a big part of that. I remember just getting together with him to watch the Grey Cup, the Canadian version of the Super Bowl.
I remember how that man took care of our daughter and did what he could in his own special way to help me get my shit together when I needed it most. Just like my wife he was there for me in his own unique way. I’ve never actually had someone do that for me. When I think of it now I could really care less if my actual parents die. My loser-drunk mom will never really change. She still calls me drunk sometimes and it doesn’t really matter. I either have her in my life and live out this boring, useless drama or I don’t. I’ve lived without talking to her for years but that actually takes effort more effort than it’s worth. My father has been busy making sure his gonads were taken care of before me for a long time. After he fucked my aunt in the sleeper of a semi at an oil well when I was seven my life changed unalterably with no input from me. He is married now and I’m pretty sure I’m not even mentioned in his will. It happens I guess, but it didn’t happen when I went to Canada.
My father in law didn’t do that to me. He didn’t do that kind of thing to us, not at all. All he did was try to help; and he did that because he cared. I’d never met someone like that. Now that he has passed I rather find myself surrounded with such people.
I’m here in Ontario staying with people I barely know. One person is a friend that I met online about 8 years ago. Sometimes we go a year without talking to one another. I’ve only met her in person 3 times including now. I’ve never met her family before. Yet her father let me stay here for 6 nights in Hamilton so I don’t have to make the 500 mile round trip to pick my wife and daughter up on Sunday in Toronto. My friend’s sister has welcomed me and went grocery shopping with me this morning. We made dinner together. Everyone has done nothing but help me and offer their home to me and let me enter into their lives on almost no notice.
I can’t wait to get back to Canada and live here.
No matter what I think, my father in law finds his body on the way to the crematorium and will soon take its final form on this planet. His ashes will spread on his parent’s graves and the rest will get cast into the water. I miss the man already. I miss all the little things that he did. I miss the phone calls and I miss him as a friend.
As always, thanks for reading to the end. Talk to you next week.
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