Gravity

Gravity? Whey this title... I learned earlier this week that distance and time mean nothing in love. One of my dearest friends in the world lost his father this week. His father led a wonderful life, and raised an amazing son. He suffered a little in the end, and so as we all grieve his death it is a comfort to know that he has gone to our wonderful Father in Heaven.

The drive there was long and stressful one (thank you beloved car, that is living on it's last few hundred miles) and the drive home was exhausting. Usually the drive is a peaceful one, and I am able to reflect and celebrate the time I have spent with loved ones. Since this was not the case, I didn't get a chance to truly reflect on the time I was there. I have neglected to see this friend the last couple of trips down. Usually we are able to go to dinner, and he makes sure his little sister is behaving, and me make sure he is misbehaving some.

Here are some background details to set the setting for my favorite memory of Johnny Weeks. A long time ago, I fell in love. For the time in my life, the love was strong, amazing, and life-changing. Although it wasn't a true love. I know that now. There is nothing I would change during that time in my life. It holds some of my fondest memories. However, when a love so strong...well fades- sometimes it's not pretty. This is my dear friend comes in. In an effort to show me the world was still rotating and there was plenty of fun and life left out there, we started attending OU football games. I kept up with it some... but to be completely honest, I still had A LOT to learn about football. And I did =)

I still lived in my hometown at the time. So every weekend I would drive up to McAlester to meet and drive over to Norman. Every weekend Johnny would be there to wish us a safe trip, he would be smiling, and would always have something true and cheerful to say. I don't think he ever knew the true value of what his son was doing, taking me and introducing me to what would be one day my alma mater. The constant love and support shown every weekend by he and his son reminded me that there are others outside my immediate family and best friend Dani who could remind me of love. It was a love of friendship, but nonetheless, it may have saved my life.

This blog is dedicated to a wonderful man who he and his son impacted my life in a way that I am not sure either ever realized. I haven''t been able to put much into words today, and certainly not well... so here is my poorly written, but completely from the heart favorite memories of a wonderful man - Johnny Weeks.

It's a Cold & It's a Broken Hallelujah

"love is not a victory march, it's a cold and broken hallelujah."

Funny how a movie about a huge green ogre can have some amazing music for the soundtrack. I was spending some quality time with the man in my life (he just happens to be my sweet lil nephew.. not quite 2 yet) watching Shrek and a song came on titled Hallelujah. It has quite possible one of my favorite lines for a song in it.. "love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah."

This might be one of the truest descriptions of love that I have ever heard. If a person is lucky enough to find love, actual love and not some lie... well they learn firsthand exactly how the road of love is. It's beautiful, heartbreaking, and when it's real... worth it all.