I haven’t written anything since Lord knows when. Oh I’ve had lots to say, but for some reason have done a lot of word swallowing, keeping the words in, feeling that, once again, what I had to say didn’t hold too much importance in the scheme of things.
Of course that can only last for so long.
Words have a way of rising up in your throat and yes they will choke you if you don’t let them out.
My life is still passing me by. Day by incredible day. I feel the need to capture each moment but each moment is gone before I can wrap my fingers around it. I must be lazy me thinks or by now I’d be so much better at capturing.
One thing that really wakes me to the incredibly fast passage of life is that moment when I’m coasting merrily along and something happens to knock the wind right out of my sails. Something so big that I start pondering that question again…you know the one…
Is this all there is?
It’s true that “THIS” is wonderful and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. But there’s so much more. I see it in the lives of others.
The lives of others as I look through rose colored glasses…
And so I fall in love so easily. Not the romantic type of love. But the adoring, swooning, you’re such a great big person and your presence fills the room and I want to be just like you when I grow up kind of love. It fills my days with wonder and makes life so interesting.
And then when those that hold such grandness exit my life, they leave a great big gaping hole that cannot be filled…ever. For a moment in time I am left gasping for breath and wondering what in the hell just happened.
Frank Montgomery, III was just such a person in my life. My boss, my friend, larger than life he was. He boomed out my name and I’d come running like a little puppy.
He was killed last Wednesday night. Taken from us in a moment. Amidst the crunch of metal and cold unrelenting asphalt. Just gone.
We were told last Thursday morning in the conference room, while we were all squished together like sardines in a can. Not really enough air to go around but thankfully everyone was breathing rather shallow because we all sensed that something was just “not right”. We had no idea how “not right” things actually were.
It is SO sad when people leave us. Yes, life goes on and we stumble through the fog and the haze and come out on the other side with a greater understanding of the preciousness and frailty of life.
But the space left behind is just so empty.
He’s been gone a week. I miss his presence. We all do.
Frank E. Montgomery, III
1969 – 2010
We miss you Frank ~ you will live forever in our hearts.