Wins and Losses
I lost a friend and a father within a week of each other. Disease took my dad beyond remembering who I am, who he is. Death took Miles.
Soon after my father was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, I had a dream. In that dream Dad and I were standing on the rim of a canyon, deep and rocky. Dad started to walk down the trail that lead into the depth. I could not go with him. It was a journey he had to take alone and I could go no further. I was furious. I yelled into that canyon as loud as I could: “He’s my father, and you can’t have him!” “He’s my father and you can’t have him!” over and over and over again. But the canyon, cold and emotionless, just echoed my cries. I was powerless, and Dad continued his descent. All I could do was watch and yell into the abyss as I lost sight of my father.
At the time of the dream I thought of that canyon as the disease of Alzheimer’s. But now having lost Miles, I see that dream again in my memory. Miles’ body died by his own hand, but at that time I think his spirit was in the same dark canyon that my father now wanders.
Rocky, my father: There is no amount of writing and remembering that can describe what Dad has done for me and his family. The man that had backed me un-conditionly. My entire life proving a bond that nothing in this world could break. Love
Miles, my friend: The person who’s simple compliment on my improving grappling made me feel ten feet tall. The guy who saw me having a bad day and asked me if I needed to talk about it. Miles was a man younger than me that I looked to like a big brother.
In the past, death and loss made me bitter. I once thought it better to not love than to lose love. The pain was to much. The experience of losing Dad and Miles tells me I was wrong. I now know that there is no end to energy. I can feel it deeper than any loss. The actions of Dad and Miles live forever, as positive effects are like ripples on the surface of an eternal pond. The times I had with these men cannot be changed. Knowing this reminds me to live and love without holding back….. and that is my goal.
December 7, 2010 at 2:32 pm
Great post, Blake. I feel your sorrow too.
December 7, 2010 at 3:13 pm
Well done.
December 7, 2010 at 4:21 pm
I didn’t know about your dad. That sucks bro. This happened to my grandmother; I’m sure the pain is amplified when it’s your own father. It’s moving hearing you describe the canyon metaphor as well, both for our friend and your father.
…and finally, I’m taking this part with me:
“The actions of Dad and Miles live forever, as positive effects are like ripples on the surface of an eternal pond. The times I had with these men cannot be changed. Knowing this reminds me to live and love without holding back….. and that is my goal.
December 7, 2010 at 5:12 pm
Man your blog leaves me speechless sometimes. Good job man.
December 7, 2010 at 5:26 pm
Blake, I am so sorry to hear about your father… I just don’t know what to say, I am heartbroken for you, it is such a tragic loss to face. And I am so sorry for the loss of your friend, Miles was such a great guy, he was there to pick me up a few times, and the memories I have of him will be cherished forever.
December 7, 2010 at 5:31 pm
Amen… Miles was a good man and Rocky is still good man. He bought me Omaha steaks and I love them.
December 9, 2010 at 6:13 am
Wow! That was amazing, very moving thank you it helps to bring comfort in a time where so much as happened.
December 14, 2010 at 12:29 am
Blake, my hart goes out to you,it is one of the toughest things that you will ever do. I know that You are kinda lie me, and you are not a real chatty.lol.
But you know that i’m here to talk if you need to.. I think you and I can talk pretty easy. Love you Blake..and will be there for you for what ever you need.
love ya sparks
December 15, 2010 at 10:27 pm
Thanks Josh. We didn’t get enough time time together this season. I will be calling you cuz….
February 3, 2011 at 9:16 pm
Your Dad is one of the good ones. And I know what it means to grieve for someone who is still alive. I will never pass through O-town or disappear into Argyle without thinking of him.
My heart aches for you buddy. But I can testify that the lives of these two men were better to be able to call you friend and son.
And we all ride the canyon someday.
February 9, 2012 at 3:29 am
Great stuff from a great writer