They say the unknown can be filled with wonder and joyous beauty.
I’ve always found it to be filled with shock and awe.
I’m sure many of you were puzzled by my Niagara Falls Comic-Con post; I know I was. I kept thinking, “This is the best I can do? Where is the unbridled enthusiasm of a lifelong comic geek?”
Well, I’ll tell you something, folks… My zeal evaporated Saturday morning when the phone rang at 8:30 A.M and my father-in-law told me something that has changed all our lives in the days since.
One of our oldest and dearest family friends passed away Friday and after the news sank in, I simply couldn’t unleash my inner child all over a comic book convention. Its as simple as that.
I had a blast, of course, the organizers knocked themselves out and really changed the landscape of my little home forever. Niagara Falls has needed an event of this caliber for years now and I love the fact the naysayers were pulverized by the turnout. The future looks bright for ‘cons in Niagara.
As for myself… its funny how we internalize grief, isn’t it? My first thoughts were directed to our good friend, Jim, of course, but then I thought of how much our lives were about to change.
My father-in-law met Jim every day for coffee… Without fail. They rekindled their youthful energies and hung out like two kids on summer vacation. I hope I have a good friend like Jim to brighten my twilight years when they finally arrive.
As for the present, I hope to rekindle my enthusiasm for all things douchebag by our next visit together. Take care of yourselves, in the meantime, okay?