father's day.

i've had a post ready to go for the past few days and something's been keeping me from clicking the "publish" button... there's something i need to talk about before i keep talking about birth. i need to talk about a girl i met when i was in sixth grade - V. a girl i played basketball with. a girl i liked a lot and with whom i also fought a lot. a girl with whom i got drunk with way before we were legally allowed to. a girl who made me laugh, who made me cry, who drove me crazy, who pushed me to do better... a girl who was never scared to say what was on her mind. a girl who loved her family more than i knew was possible.


even today, she's still a friend. 1000 km keeps us apart, but we keep in touch. we chat every so often, doing the baby talk and the usual gossip. she's now a mother of 3 - beautiful twins and a brand new baby girl. she's a generous, loving, beautiful person. she's funny as can be, always ready to get into trouble and never without a big, fat smile of her face. she's also a wife, a teacher, a friend, a sister... and a daughter. V was the girl who would stay home friday nights to watch movies with her parents. she was the type of girl who would invite us over for some drinks... that we would share with her parents, in their backyard. they were always there for her, so supportive, so funny and so understanding. and she was there for them. always listening the best she could, always ready to give a hand around the house. she was on the basketball team, she had amazing grades, was president of her class, had a part-time job and still managed to have a social life AND spend time with her parents.


why am i talking about her? because this past sunday - father's day, of all days - V's parents were in a horrible car accident that took his life and left her's dangling by a thread. i'm not a believer but in times of need, i do like to pray (whatever that may actually mean for me) and send out positive vibes. tears are streaming down my face as i write this and yet i can't even begin to imagine how she feels. how her brother feels. her grand-parents. her aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews. how something so tragic can happen to such good people is beyond me. if there is a god, he has a sick sense of humour - frank should have fun with him.


frank - rest in peace. i'll always remember your insane jokes and your contagious smile. you're an amazing person and you brought up two outstanding human beings. i hold very good memories of you and i know you will be watching over your wife as she gets better... because she will.


rachel - you're such a strong woman and knowing you, there's no way you're going to leave your grand-children behind without any grand-parents. they will be there for waiting for you and you will always have frank watching over you.




why am i writing this? because they need help. they need love. they need support. you don't need to know them, just know that they are good people who deserve a chance. pray for them. think of them. send them positive vibes. life goes by so quickly and we just never know what's around the corner waiting for us...
if you love someone, tell them. if you don't, move on. if you have something on your mind, say it. if you don't undestand something, ask questions. be real, be here, make it count.


if there is a lesson in all this, it's this: don't wait for father's day to tell your father you love him. don't wait for mother's day to let your mother how you feel. don't wait for christmas to give gifts to the ones you love. stop waiting, and just do. life is too short to wait. be like V and spend as much time with your parents as possible. love them and tell them. respect them and learn from them. one day it'll be too late and all that will be left will be memories. atleast make sure they re good ones...






pour rachel, frank, vanessa et gabriel. je vous aime.