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Something Special

Posted by mmkeekah on June 22, 2009

Today is the anniversary of the car accident that claimed my parents’ lives. It’s been 23 years since that day.

Tonight, my cousin, K, called me to get my opinion on a gift that his wife thought of and that my family wants to carry out. They would like to get a “In Memory Of” dedication sign with my parents’ names placed at the scene of the accident.

I am moved to tears – and it takes a lot to make me cry. But these are tears of joy, not pain. It means a lot to me that my mother and father meant so much to my mom’s side of the family that they would consider this gift. I can’t think of a better way to honor my parents.

Thank you, K and H and the rest of the family for such a thoughtful gift. Thank you for remembering two wonderful people.

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Final Thoughts About 2008

Posted by mmkeekah on December 31, 2008

This is the post where I talk about what I learned in 2008… (sigh) but I’m recuperating from having strep the last three days and I’m a bit bummed that I got sick right before the biggest night of the year. Oh, I’ll still go out tonight but I bet my partying is a bit tempered by the fact that my body is still fighting this illness.

So what have I learned this year… hmmm…

1. From the Mexico trip: Partying 7 days in a row can be detrimental to your health so take a break in between if ya can (this may be related to getting older)
2. From school: You can get perfect scores on every homework assignment and not do well on the tests… what?
3. From work: If you want money to live, you have to go to work.
4. From my kitties: Kitties can get asthma… did you know this?
5. From my love life: You can feel happy when your lover is interested in someone else – poly folk call it compersion or frubble. I call it cool when it works.
6. From my love life: Having more than one love partner is exciting… fun… comforting… wonderful.
7. From traveling: First class is cool but business class on a huge plane is effen awesome.
8. From the past: I still think my ex is an awful person.
9. From the past: I can be an awful person too. They say the things you don’t like in a person are the things you don’t like in yourself. Wise words.
10. From my brother: Or maybe because of my brother – Forgiveness is better than holding on to past transgressions… especially if the person is remorseful. Holding onto bitterness out of some sense of being wronged is childish and petty.
11. From my past: Forgiveness is easy to give but moving on with the person you forgave is harder… most people can’t or won’t do it.
12. From life: When you get the true meaning of forgiveness and moving on, it heals so many other parts of your heart.
13. From life: Number 13 isn’t really unlucky.

I think the biggest thing I learned this year is #12. My parents died in a tragic accident when I was just 13 and for many, many years it defined who I was in many ways. Not just in how others viewed me but in how I viewed myself. And then I had this fight going on with my eldest brother that was a big part of my life even though we didn’t talk and I thought I was “over it.” Until I confronted my past with him and dealt with all of the issues between us, I couldn’t really heal from losing my parents. I couldn’t deal with the pain that brought because I wouldn’t deal with the issues between my brother and me. We couldn’t heal together (and with my other brother) because we couldn’t deal with what was between us.

I remember the anniversary of my parent’s death this year and what I remember most is how hard it wasn’t. Every year prior on that date, I was a mess – internally mostly but the pain and grief was so deep and still felt so new. But this year, while I missed them and felt the pain of their absence, it wasn’t crippling like it had been in the past. I attribute that to the mending of the riff between my brother and me. Long needed, long overdue, but just in time. A gift I gave to him, to myself, to my parents – to everyone in my life. I have an inner peace I think was missing for so long… probably tied into feelings of abandonment and loss I didn’t even know were present.

So that’s my biggest lesson of 2008 – how the sins of our past and our ability and willingness to deal with them directly and forgive those who trespass against us unintentionally, well that’s a better way to live – truly forgive not just give lip service until the next time that someone lets you down so you can use it against them in a moment of superiority conveniently forgetting all the wrongs you’ve done in your life. Better than wallowing decades long in anger, bitterness and regret. I’m 36 and I hope that lesson stays with me in the future.

Happy New Year everyone! I hope you have a great last night of 2008 and I’ll see you in 2009!

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Who’s Your Daddy?

Posted by mmkeekah on July 18, 2007

I was reading a column from one of my fave poly sites from a man involved in a poly relationship with his wife and another couple (this is known as a poly quad). This month he touched upon reasons for exploring polyamory – especially when you are already in a committed relationship with one person.

His column is a personal journey, and he speaks from his point of view. At one point, he spoke poignantly about his wife’s relationship with her father, or lack thereof. And he states eloquently, “The few times (the wife’s father) has visited in the last 20 years has seemed to turn my wife back into the little girl that still hopes her daddy will be there.”

As I read this one line, I had the thought, Is this what I am going through with my eldest brother? The brother who I suddenly started speaking with after 17 years of silence. I was looking for the father figure I always wanted him to be.

I have two full-blood older brothers. The other brother is also older than me but in the middle. He is a good man. He has been there for me in ways no brother should have to be, and we share a bond that is deep. He was – is – my hero and role model.

But with that one line in that article, I realized what has attracted me most to this new relating with my eldest brother was the starting over. Maybe I’ve been looking for him to fulfill that promise he made me oh so many years ago.

Is is possible?

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To My Daddy, With Love

Posted by mmkeekah on March 6, 2007

Today is my daddy’s birthday. He would’ve been 88 years old.

When my daddy died, his sister and her children cried. Even when his sister was so old she couldn’t remember anyone else, she cried for her Elias (my daddy’s name.)

When my daddy died, his wife’s brothers and sisters cried too. To this day, when my uncles speak about him, there is such respect and admiration in their voice that I am moved to tears.

When my daddy died, a big hole was left in the hearts of his five children. His older daughter visits his grave yearly, leaving flowers in memory of a father she didn’t get the chance to see very often in life. His three sons mourn for their father and I hope provide stability in the lives of their children as he seemed to do for them. And his younger daughter, well she grieves for the man she didn’t get to know.

I remember a man who would watch TV while he sat on his knees and ate peanut M&Ms without wearing his dentures. I remember a man who would grab at my mom’s breast, which would make her call out to him in an an exasperated but loving voice “Tata!” which was her nickname for him. I remember a man who would break out in song without reason and pull you into a dance with him.

I remember dancing with this man just once at a wedding, and he was a very good dancer. I remember a man who would play with my toes when I was sitting next to him. I remember a man who went out of his way for his family.

I remember a man who loved his family. He was a good man. I love you, daddy. Happy birthday.

daddio

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