It’s All In Your Perspective

One More Nod to Zach

Friday, January 16, 2015/Categories: Entries

 As you may have noticed, I have not written much this week – I have been almost completely devoid of humor. Losing a man like Zach McNabney at the young age of 45 has left me wondering about a lot of things. 

Today was Zach’s funeral – you might be shocked to find out that I am not terribly religious, but the priest today said some things that made me feel a little better – and made me realize that mine is just one perspective. I could choose to look at this event a number of ways.

He used this example:

A Grandma’s flight is cancelled to go see her grandkids and she will be delayed by a day. She is very upset by this change – she was anxious to get there and this is a bit of a catastrophe in her mind.

Her daughter-in-law at the exact same time feels a sense of relief that she has another day to get the house tidied up. 

He went on to say that this is what we are experiencing – we are sad to have Zach go, but heaven is so excited to get him and welcome him to eternal life.

None of us really know what awaits us, but how much more pleasant to believe what Zach and that priest believe.

Ok – I am not getting all philosophical on you – I just write because is it cathartic for me, so there you have it!

Here is another point I want to make about the funeral – you can learn a lot about people at events like this. I was introduced to a new person this summer – I suppose that technically you could not say that “A” and I are friends just yet because we hardly know each other – but today may have been a turning point to go from acquaintance to friend. My perspective on this is based on some very simple facts:

She, as did I, came to the funeral with no eye make-up on – totally practical.

She sat with me (we are both dating impaired), which was great, because nothing sucks ass more than sitting alone at a funeral.

She and I took out our matching travel packs of Kleenex and undid the loud sticky thing and got them open and ready for business prior to the start of the service.

She hugged me when it was all over. I am a hugger. If I know you. If you are a stranger and just haul your ass into my personal space and try to hug me I may knock you out. Zach’s death made me sad – it didn’t make me a different person. 

Thanks for reading tonight – the humor will be back – Zach would be pissed at me if I didn’t find it again quickly! Today was cathartic for many reasons – but Zach my friend, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house, and there wasn’t a single person in there that felt any shame over looking another one of us in the eye and openly weeping. We cried, we hugged , we will miss you Fever. Fore!

Love,

The Gym Bytch

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