One of the greatest American films of all time (in my humble opinion) contains the following line, “Remember Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.”
Well, as much as I hate to disagree with Andy Dufresne… I have to.
As many of you know, I recently lost a dear friend, a brother-in-arms, which has actually strengthened the bonds between myself and those closest to me. You see, while I consider all of you my friends, in the so-called “real world” there are only a few people who truly know the real me.
Pity those poor souls, won’t you?
But returning to the matter at hand, one of my dear friends recently confirmed (after it appeared on “the Facebook”) to me that he was entering into the bonds of holy matrimony. It was a much-needed reminder that, regardless of the tragedies that fate deems fit to throw in the way of the path we travel… life endures.
In other words, friends, life goes on. And where there is life, there is hope.
I remember the look on my friend’s face when he first introduced me to his beloved; there was a glow that emanated from his core and burst out from his eyes. He could have illuminated the Falls themselves for eternity. I recall that this struck me so vividly because we’d both seen our share of tragedy in our individual lives. And of course, at that time we were both forced to stand by helpless as our dear friend, Rockin’ Ronnie withered away right in front of us a little more each day until he finally stepped off this mortal coil all-together.
Losing Ron hit the hotel and especially the Bell department, like a freight rain of emotion, but it’s tore Rockin’ Ronnies’ best friends to shreds.
But my good friend was blessed enough to find a light to guide him out of the darkness he found himself slipping into when the news broke. His soon-to-be bride is a living beacon of hope, of love, of life itself. And that hope will never die.
This quote really doesn’t apply to a blog, does it? I have to start putting more effort into these things…
This is a hard world to live in. We forge connections to one another to sustain us. To help us thrive. To ensure laughter is always present n our lives. To ensure we always have someone there to kill a big-ass spider.
We forge connections to one another on an intimate level to ensure we have someone to battle for the covers at night, someone to share the couch with, someone to bring us soup when mucus is rushing out of our nasal cavities as fever thrusts us into delirium.
Is it any wonder they also call me, “Hook, the Honeydripper”?
Yes, sex is a major component in the intimate connections we forge (didn’t think I was going to forget the hump-humpy thing, did you?) but what is sex without love? Just push-ups on top of someone covered in Cool Whip and bound by soft velvet rope.
What can I say? I’m a romantic.
But I’m drifting (I do that) so let’s get back on point: Hope gives us strength and helps lead us to love. Love gives us hope that we apply to our daily lives. In short, friends, hope really is the best of things but hope and love go hand-in-hand.
So here’s to hope. Here’s to love. Here’s to Frank and Maureen. I’ve made my ultimate, unbreakable connection to another human being but your love has given me renewed hope for the rest of humanity. People always say this, but from the bottom of my frozen Canadian heart, I wish you both the happiest of unions.
What? Anyone can plunk down ten bucks for a piece of Hallmark dreck.
See you in the lobby, kids…