“If you don’t believe in miracles, perhaps you’ve forgotten you are one.” ~Paul Chucks
I saw Rick Hayes from the other side of the street. He was so much smaller, and older. It’s been 15 years since we last shared a holiday meal: a tradition our families observed since we were children. Seven years my senior, he doted on me like a brother would, and made me laugh until my belly hurt. Ricky=laughter. Period. Six weeks ago he nearly died. A systemic blood infection detected only when the strokes began. This is my 5th and final year in D.C. for business. Shamefully, it is the only time I’ve seen Ricky, a 20 year D.C. resident. My excuse? Too busy, and with too many people. The lesson: it doesn’t matter how busy you are or how many people you have to blow off, if you have a chance to see someone you love, someone who’s like family, you take it. The rest of ’em can get over it or piss off. The word ‘thankful’ doesn’t suffice for this extra chance I’ve been given to see my long lost brother from another mother. Here’s hoping it’s not the last.
november 30, 2017 – the outhouse: where art goes
[…] photo of the photo will have to do for now. You met Rick Hayes way back in 2012 when I was in DC. We grew up like siblings, and we’ve remained close our entire lives even […]