A Reblog You Won’t Soon Forget: The First Time

I’m going to skip the clever intro and cut to the heart of the matter: You need to read this:

The First Time.

When I got home from work, my puppy Porter was in the window wagging his big fluffy tail. Dane was sitting on the couch, watching a documentary on the History Channel. I changed my clothes and we went to Zen West Roadside Cantina to celebrate Cinco de Mayo with sangria.

He had fish tacos for dinner and I had a quesadilla. We talked about little things of no importance and recalled the loud, old Jewish couple sitting in front of us at the Mary Poppins production we saw the night before. He was good at imitating them and it made me laugh so hard. I remember where we were sitting in the restaurant and the little kid running in circles who repeatedly played the same, really annoying song on the jukebox while his mom and dad completely ignored him. I don’t recollect what song it was now, but it was spinning in my tipsy head as I tried to fall asleep later that night.

Back at my house, we drank wine and watched a show that was saved on the DVR. Porter chased his tail and we laughed. Dane suggested that he was just like that kid at the restaurant, really, except fluffy. He adored Porter. He was mad when I first rescued him because he didn’t want a dog, but as you can see, he fell in love with him pretty quickly:

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Imagine what our lives would be like if we knew exactly how many days we had to live: If we could see the endgame at all times would that affect our behavior? Would we take the time to truly cherish those closest to us, or would we just drift through life as most of us currently do?

La La has given me reason to pause and reflect.

I suggest you do the same.

Be well, my friends.

About The Hook

Husband. Father. Bellman. Author of The Bellman Chronicles. Reader of comic books and observer and chronicler of the human condition. And to my wife's eternal dismay, a mere mortal and non-vampire. I'm often told I look like your uncle, cousin, etc. If I wore a hat, I'd hang it on a hat rack in my home in Niagara Falls, Canada. You can call me The Hook, everyone else does.
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35 Responses to A Reblog You Won’t Soon Forget: The First Time

  1. She totally deserved to be pressed for this

  2. List of X says:

    Thank you for the link. I can’t add anything more to what other people already commented (and there won’t be a shortage of comments now that it’s FP), but that was a great post.

  3. Jennifer says:

    What can I say, just Beautiful.

  4. La La says:

    Thank you for the kind words, the reblog and new followers. You’re actually the awesomest!

  5. Katie says:

    Loved it the first time I read it, and I definitely don’t mind seeing it again here.

  6. susielindau says:

    That is all I have been doing lately. Life is way too short to screw around. That said, you still need to enjoy it.
    Nice post Lala! You even got Kyle to come out of hiding…

  7. I loved this post by LaLa. It was amazing.

  8. Thank you for pointing to this poignant post. Life is so fragile and too often taken for granted. Definitely a well deserved FP.

  9. moi says:

    wow, what a touching post. certainly makes you think more. When my cousin L died aged 44 I felt the same thing.

  10. TBM says:

    Thanks for sharing this Hook.

  11. loiswstern says:

    I think most of us would be taking the time to say the things we have left unsaid, or haven’t said often enough, to those nearest and dearest to us.

  12. mairedubhtx says:

    What a beautiful, touching post. Life is short. Love those you love. Enough said.

  13. tteclod says:

    17532 days, or less.

  14. Thanks for the heads-up . A read well worth the trip over.
    Hug them all now! – oh, sorry – but it’s that post was so intense. An important reminder.

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