Marty wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open his eyes and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table. He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him all clean and pressed. Marty looks around the room and sees that is in perfect order. Spotless. Clean. So was the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table, “Honey, breakfast is on the stove. I left early to go shopping. I love you.”
So he goes down to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating.
Marty asks, “Son, what happened last night?”
His son says, “Well, you came home after 3 a.m, drunk and delirious, broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door.”
Confused, Marty asks, “So why is everything in order and so clean? And breakfast is on the table waiting for me?”
His son replies, “Oh that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom and when she tied to take your pants off, you said, “Lady, leave me alone. I’m married!”“”“
May Genobata was one of the two people I first met in college, she became my best friend. I was always with her, she was always at my side. She always cheered me on. She always encouraged me when I was hopeless. She never left me despite my craziness (she herself was crazy too, despite what others thought of as otherwise), yet remained my voice of reason. She took care of me when I was unable to do so. She kept a lot of my secrets and protected me.
I LOVED HER.
Two days ago, while having lunch at a fast food restaurant with my father and younger sister, a friend of mine texted telling me May had already departed. I couldn’t stop the tears, throughout the day, a deluge accompanied mixed emotions. Annoyance for not keeping up with each other, sadness, disbelief at her being gone, and a whole slew of other things. Looking at her Facebook wall, I saw a lot of people telling what she was to them as if she could even read them. That brought a lot more tears, for she couldn’t read them. I’d rather direct what I had to say directly through prayers. But then again, who was I to say that they were in the wrong, it may be their way of coping with May’s loss. Hell, this is my way of coping. All I know is that May was happy. She was loved. My only regret was that we couldn’t share the new life she had growing in her.
I LOVE YOU MAY.
REST IN PEACE.
Daren Horseman
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