It’s the 20th, Mommy is heading to the airport to get the same-day flight to DC to pay respects to Mr. Govan. That’s when I let it hit me. I let the tears and being upset and all of it slam into my body like a wave. I was shaking on the bed, and sobbing. My dad was gone and I had to let that get through me. I did something I had never done before. I reached out. I phoned Jareau
“There are those times when you tell me that if I need to see you just let you know. I need to see you. I mean, I really need to talk to someone.”
And I don’t remember his response, but I then fell asleep. I didn’t know how to grieve. I never had a chance to grieve when Grandaddy died. I had to hit the ground running, and take care of family. Now I was alone in my room, no where to go, dinner had been served, and all I had was 4 walls around me, no mother there, and I was hurting. I laid down.
I got a text from Flip, saying he would be in the area, and would pass by. I asked if he could pick up a jerk salad from Jimmy’s Kitchen.
“No, I’m in Brickell”
No problem. I was staring at the ceiling, with tears running down the size of my face, fading in and out of sleep when my door flew open and Flip was standing there like Superman, with a box of Powerful yogurt, a plastic bag from Jimmy’s kitchen, and an exercise mat. OK, more like Superman that had just gone grocery shopping.
“Jerk salad from Jimmys. I brought you more yogurt.”
I opened up like a well, this time not because I was grieving, but because I was so happy to see Flip there. I don’t know how he knew it, but he came at the right time. He loaded up the cooler with the yogurt, and put the salad in front of me.
“Eat”
Then the door flew open again and Jareau was standing there. And I started crying again. He was empty handed though. Dressed like he had just gotten up from the desk and jumped in the car. We all went outside. I wasn’t sure if J and Flip had spent time around each other. It didn’t matter. They didn’t ask what happened. They didn’t ask if I was in pain. They didn’t ask what G was going through. They were just there to watch me eat. I got to share some things, and then I got to listen to what they had gone through, and were going through. Then I explained the Yard, and that I wanted to be back inside for the Yard experience. They said they would go to there with me.
We talked for an hour about nutrition and listened to music. We learned how to share. Finally when they left at 7:30, I was able to come home and feel clear enough to write.
We talked for an hour about nutrition and listened to music. We learned how to share. Finally when they left at 7:30, I was able to come home and feel clear enough to write.
I had never even told Flip what happened. I asked how he knew I needed to see somebody. He said he felt like I was going through it.
My friends are in tune on a whole ‘nother level. I’m thankful for that. Thank you guys. You continue to encourage my power within. It’s not just the yogurt either.
sGB
sGB