Another Abject Failure  (03/15/2012)

He traveled frequently, but only in police cars, in freight train cars, or by foot...

He never had coin.. nice clothes... a fancy car... He never laid on a beach in his life that wasn't within twenty miles of where he called 'home'....

His only gifts to my children were his wit, his talent, his time, and the occasional pizza pie. He never had children of his own, or even a wife: To this day, when I realize what I have, that he never did, I feel dirty in the eyes of God...

He was never athletic, clean, or socially popular. Everyone (who didn't know and love him) despised him...

MONEY is the only accurate gauge of love, devotion, and success: Didn't you know that? why every BANKER alive can tell you THAT...

By most of the modern views on life, he was an abject failure. Sadly, thirteen years later, there are those in my family who would, because of the decayed, broken, and blackened state of their own soul, would STILL consider him such...

Yet... In all his days, he was a man of incredible Love, someone who could stand in the divide between warring parties, give of himself over and over again, and mend divisions that would ruin most of the families of those reading this...

Ill he was, poor, unkempt, and often absent: troubled in mind but never in spirit....

Thirteen years ago, this month, this man was stolen out of my life. For six long, hard months, I got to watch him die, daily, when no one else could or would. Yet as painful as those days were, awash in such a complete, total sense of complete ineffectiveness, he still SHARED.... still LAUGHED... still gave of HIMSELF to me, though he lay dying and I still thrived....

If all my children were even a THIRD of the person this brave man was, then my family would shine like an eternal success, forever....

Most of them will, thankfully. A few, sadly, will not...

He is the finest, most noble, most sincere, most loving, the most wise man I have EVER known, bar none. His image, in healthier days, lies above my computer; a constant reminder of how people SHOULD be when most days they are NOT...

I love this man, still, and always will: His name is Charles Quentin Stadig, and when the day finally comes that I pass the veil and leave this world, he will be the only one waiting to greet me, on the other side...

And until that day, I will mourn because of his absence and miss him terribly, every day of my life....

March Blog Entries
Another Abject Failure
He traveled frequently, but only in police cars, in freight train   More…

We are NOT an NPC
I am, to my own peril, a person of conviction. The price is worth the   More…