One of those times…

As if my friend Julie hasn’t been through enough, her mother passed away yesterday, and right now is one of those times that I really hate that I live so far away from her. This is one of those times that I do regret moving to Alaska.

When I found out this morning, I stood in the shower and cried and pled with God, to just please give the girl a break already!

I spoke with her on the phone too and when she told me she wished I was there, I broke down in to tears again. I couldn’t help it. I feel so helpless not being able to hug her and just be next to her when she needs her best friend the most. Julie, ever stoic as always, was running around trying to make her mother’s funeral arrangements, with quick efficiency. I am amazed at her constant strength. If the girl could get a medal for emotional stability and strength in spite of having all kinds of bad things thrown at her, she would surely be the winner everytime.

She got it honest, her mother was the same way. Geraldine “Geri”, as we called her, was born with a heart defect. She’s had numerous open heart surgeries, and as long as I’ve known Julie, has been in and out of the hospital because of her heart. And at the same time, you’d never know it if you met her. At least not the time I spent around her. She was always lively, was always cracking wise about something, making me and Julie laugh, she had a wicked sense of humor and even once had the tits to say “GIRLS! STOP IT! YOU’RE GONNA GIVE THOSE BOYS A HARD-ON!”, in the middle of a Pizza Hut where Julie and I were flirting with high schoolers, shamelessly. Geri struck me as one of those women who feared nothing, was comfortable in her own skin, and who loved her kids very much. Especially, her only grandchild, Aaron, Julie’s son.

According to Julie, Geri went out of this world very quick. One minute laughing and cutting up, the next, she was out of her pain and suffering and into a better place. Her heart finally got the better of her. We imagine she’s up in Heaven right now, making wise cracks and probably sitting next to God, nudging him in the arm with her elbow, saying “buddy, I gave you a run for your money, didn’t I?” and giving him a good laugh.

As far as Julie, I think she knows that God won’t give her more than she can handle, that if anyone is strong enough to bear all the stuff he’s put her through, it’s her.  In less than three years, she’s lost both her father and her mother.  Julie said today “that to lose both of your parents, you just feel kind of lost.”  But I know my Julie, I know how much she is loved, and I know there are countless people out there who will show her the way, even though she does feel lost.  To quote Julie again: “God thinks I’m the shit” when referring to him not giving her more than she can take.
I think you’re the shit too, Julie. I love you and I’m sorry I can’t be there for you.

3 Responses

  1. Jen Says:

    Geri sounds like a fabulous lady and you describe her so well. Julie is truly strong and I’m sending some prayers her way. Jen

  2. Heather Says:

    Chris, tell Julie that I’m thinking about her and praying for her.

  3. Amy Says:

    I know EXACTLY how you feel.

    And my prayers to Julie.

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