Posted by Darrel on February 25th, 2012

I recently watched all the Star Wars movies again. Probably why these popped into my head when someone asked about favorite movie quotes. I saw Mace Windu saying Jules Winnfield’s lines. Some “de-motivators” style stuff that I thought was amusing.

That was the first one to come to mind. The most obvious, really.

The second most obvious. That’s the only scene that worked. Just so-so IMO.

I didn’t think of this one until I saw the scene while I was looking for good Windu frames to capture.

And this one popped into my head while I was making the “Galactic Standard” version above.

Difficult days

Posted by Darrel on September 16th, 2011

So, last Sunday I went to church. And, it was difficult. Not because I went by myself, I’ve done that several times. But this was the first time I went alone. And that was one of the most difficult services I’ve attended. Third most difficult.

I didn’t go because of the date. I just felt like it was time to go. The last time I went to church was for a happy day. The baptism of my daughter. I was at the peak of pain and difficulty moving around because of my blood clot at that time, but I was happy to go; it was my daughter’s baptism so it was an important day.

There have been many happy days and many so-so days at church over the years. There are three that have been the worst and most difficult for me.

The first was my dad’s funeral. I was a complete mess after my dad died. I’m still kind of messed up more than usual because of it. I don’t really remember a lot of the actual day; I wasn’t altogether there mentally; emotionally. I remember what seemed like a sea of people there to remember him. I remember two of my best friends showing up to pay their respects. And I remember carrying his casket. That was a difficult day.

The second day was after the stillbirth of my second son. For his service that we called “A celebration of being” I prepared something to say, but I had to ask a friend to read on my behalf because I was so choked up. Whenever I tried to open my mouth, I just couldn’t speak. That was such a painful and difficult day, I really don’t remember much at all.

And then there was this garden variety Sunday. No big deal for most people. Nods to the memory of 9/11. But essentially just another summer Sunday service. And yet, this was one of those three difficult days for me.

I still don’t know exactly why it was so difficult for me. Maybe it was that I wasn’t able to share communion with those people that are most important in my life. There was definitely something missing. It felt good to feel the sting of the carpet as I knelt and recited the prayer of humble access. It felt good to participate in the typical Sunday mass. It felt good. But I still started to weep after the third step out of the door.

It was a difficult day.


Posted by Darrel on September 15th, 2011

Been having a lot of realizations lately.

On the way to dropping the kids off, I usually like to put some music on for them. It helps my son take the nap he tries to not take.

Today, on that drive, I realized that I used to listen to NPR because I liked to listen to NPR; now, I listen to it because I can’t take the “emotional assault” of songs. So, in effect, I listen to NPR because I “dislike” everything else.

A related realization; a few weeks or so ago I realized what “Have you ever seen the rain?” was about. Different circumstances, of course, but still essentially the same thing. It just came on the radio one day and, instantly, I was listening to a different song than I’d heard my whole life.


Posted by Darrel on September 4th, 2011

I am 36 years old. I am separated from my wife; and by extension my children for the majority of the time.

Only one life form on the planet actually depends on me to live; my dog. And I could easily be replaced by an automatic waterer and feeder or any other person in the world.

My wife apparently could care less what happens to me. She left for an entire month without any form of communication. Allowed me no contact with my children during that time, and had her parents lie to me. So, it seems it would be okay with her and her family if I just was no more. Probably even preferred.

My daughter is only one. Still at the height of “out of sight out of mind.”

My son is four. He hits me a lot and throws tantrums and the like. I know he loves me, he says it often. He also makes the distinction of saying he likes me as well. It’s sad that a four year old could understand the phrase “I love you but I don’t like you.” I think he’d miss me for a while. But really, it’s probably not likely that it would last for very long.

My mom, sister, brother-in-law, and other family members would feel sad if I died tomorrow. But really, their lives wouldn’t change much at all. They’d just have one less guest at family get-togethers and the like. And one less person to worry about in the long run.

I don’t really have any friends of my own anymore. They either drifted away over the last 13 years or they decided to leave with my wife. I have one actual friend. We see each other once or twice a year. Yeah, that’d be a big change for him.

My church has basically dis-owned me. I guess they left with my wife as well.

This is rock bottom. This is what it feels like to be living a pointless life.

A few people to be sad if you died. More people who may have cared at one time but who might take slight notice but are more likely to just not care at all.

And a dog. Who really only cares about food, water, and being let out a few times a day.

Missing Persons

Posted by Darrel on August 27th, 2011

missing persons filter painting

it occurs to me
but there’s nothing to say
it occurs to me
but there’s no one to tell

the absence of those i love
missing persons from my life

it occurs to me
but i’m unable to share
it occurs to me
but only tears have fell

no mid-night cries to change
no foot-falls of joyous play
there’s no one to tell
only tears have fell

love is work, this i knew
love is pain, now i know this too

it occurs to me
no one here to hold
it occurs to me
left alone in the cold

missing persons please return
let once again passions burn