talie
07-01-2004, 11:38 AM
I just really needed someone to talk to and turned to you guys. Hope you don't mind me venting here. It can be a hard day to get through.
My husband, Jody, used to joke about this license plate he had since he was 18. He transfered it to every car he ever had till he was 33. The plate number was "TGD 794" and he called it Tragedy 7/94. July (7) of 1994 he was a nervous wreck! He was sure something horrible would happen. But it didnt. He laughed about it later and said he was sure glad he was wrong. I was holding that plate a while back and I said to myself, "well, you got it partly right, Babe. The tragedy in the seventh month for sure"... (He died the first day of July, in 2000) "But.." I puzzled..."I don't know about the 94...no....wait!" and I ran for the filing cabinet and his death certificates. Guess what his time of death was? 9:40 PM exactly. Weird, huh? But no weirder than me having written 30 days before he died (in his first plane ride ever with his brother) a poem that started "Let it not be said my life was vain, I've just moved onto a higher plane" (plane haha)
This man was the one who turned our son's life around when we adopted Ace, a five year old terror, angry at the world, suicidal, testing us constantly. When he set one of his fires in the house, Jody took him onto the front step in the middle of winter and sat there till they were both shivering and then told him..."Son, we aren't giving up. You burn the house down, you live out here in the cold with us. Understand?" Ace nodded and shivered and Jody hugged him and brought him back inside... Ace never set another fire. Another time, trying to teach Ace that he couldnt do anything he wanted to anyone and just get away with it by saying "sorry" Jody took the tire off Ace's bike. Ace was furious. Jody shrugged and said, "sorry" Ace howled and begged and all Jody would do was apologize profusely! Ace finally got it, at which point Jody laughed and put the tire back on. He was amazing. Tough shoes for me to fill. I hope I'm doing as good a job as possible.
It's been four years today since I got that phone call from his father saying he and his brother crashed into a cornfield 20 miles from here and both died instantly. Four years ago today I remember screaming "noooooo" a lot of times, I remember tears, mine and our sons, who were 8, 9 and 10 years old then. I remember unbelievable pain and grief...but more than that, I remember Jody...living, not dying......what is one day in a life? July 1st is a beginning as much as an end. I'm celebrating his life, and I wanted to share him with y'all. He would have fit right in here. Not only did he have an awesome sense of humor, but he loved to ride. He didn't have a VN750, poor guy, he had a Yamaha 850, but he loved the wind in his face, the feel of a twisting road beneath his tires...and every time I ride I have a feeling he's passing me on the other side, giving me the wave and that smile that lit up my life for the 9 years we were married.
I'm going to ride to the cemetery today on my bike, but I'm not going to make it my destination. I'm going far beyond it. After all, the grave is just a stop on a journey that lasts forever and there are a million twists and turns... time to put the rubber to the asphalt and see where it takes me.
And hey....thanks for listening....
Talie
My husband, Jody, used to joke about this license plate he had since he was 18. He transfered it to every car he ever had till he was 33. The plate number was "TGD 794" and he called it Tragedy 7/94. July (7) of 1994 he was a nervous wreck! He was sure something horrible would happen. But it didnt. He laughed about it later and said he was sure glad he was wrong. I was holding that plate a while back and I said to myself, "well, you got it partly right, Babe. The tragedy in the seventh month for sure"... (He died the first day of July, in 2000) "But.." I puzzled..."I don't know about the 94...no....wait!" and I ran for the filing cabinet and his death certificates. Guess what his time of death was? 9:40 PM exactly. Weird, huh? But no weirder than me having written 30 days before he died (in his first plane ride ever with his brother) a poem that started "Let it not be said my life was vain, I've just moved onto a higher plane" (plane haha)
This man was the one who turned our son's life around when we adopted Ace, a five year old terror, angry at the world, suicidal, testing us constantly. When he set one of his fires in the house, Jody took him onto the front step in the middle of winter and sat there till they were both shivering and then told him..."Son, we aren't giving up. You burn the house down, you live out here in the cold with us. Understand?" Ace nodded and shivered and Jody hugged him and brought him back inside... Ace never set another fire. Another time, trying to teach Ace that he couldnt do anything he wanted to anyone and just get away with it by saying "sorry" Jody took the tire off Ace's bike. Ace was furious. Jody shrugged and said, "sorry" Ace howled and begged and all Jody would do was apologize profusely! Ace finally got it, at which point Jody laughed and put the tire back on. He was amazing. Tough shoes for me to fill. I hope I'm doing as good a job as possible.
It's been four years today since I got that phone call from his father saying he and his brother crashed into a cornfield 20 miles from here and both died instantly. Four years ago today I remember screaming "noooooo" a lot of times, I remember tears, mine and our sons, who were 8, 9 and 10 years old then. I remember unbelievable pain and grief...but more than that, I remember Jody...living, not dying......what is one day in a life? July 1st is a beginning as much as an end. I'm celebrating his life, and I wanted to share him with y'all. He would have fit right in here. Not only did he have an awesome sense of humor, but he loved to ride. He didn't have a VN750, poor guy, he had a Yamaha 850, but he loved the wind in his face, the feel of a twisting road beneath his tires...and every time I ride I have a feeling he's passing me on the other side, giving me the wave and that smile that lit up my life for the 9 years we were married.
I'm going to ride to the cemetery today on my bike, but I'm not going to make it my destination. I'm going far beyond it. After all, the grave is just a stop on a journey that lasts forever and there are a million twists and turns... time to put the rubber to the asphalt and see where it takes me.
And hey....thanks for listening....
Talie