Friday, October 19, 2012

On Friendship, Friends, and One's Chosen Family...

Lots of folks responded to my Facebook post this morning about a funeral. Out of respect for the family (those that know me know who it was for) I'll just leave it that it was a beloved family member of a dear friend who passed after a long and happy life. I attended to support my friend and his family in their hour of loss because they are my chosen family. Not related by blood, these are people that nonetheless will see me to hell and back again, and I them.

In many ways, I feel very much the same about a good portion of the folks I've met through the whole "gun thing".

In specific, though, it's been a tough time for my friend, and while I haven't been able to do much more than offer encouraging words and stand on the sidelines and pray for him, I'm here for him if/when he needs me. He has done the same for me in times of crisis, and he's someone that I consider my brother. You should count yourself lucky if you find a friend that close; I've been very blessed in that I have found many.

To the last mile, my friend.

That is all.

4 comments:

Andie said...

I call the family by choice my extended family. A loss of any one in that part of the family is always difficult. It is then you see just what those relations have wrought, and I so totally agree that I have been blessed. Honoring your sorrow, and theirs.

Wally said...

Arms open for you guys. I feel useless, really, but anything that I can do, please let me know.

Wishing y'all all the best (but really, that's nothing new!)

Old NFO said...

Thanks for standing in for us Jay, we're there in spirit. Thoughts and prayers for the family...

Anonymous said...

Message received; gratitude to all.

Regarding the family: in the end, it was an Honor to know her, to be related to her, and to be there in her final days.

And the Last Mile is easier with your brother there.