A testament to a friend - A Parable About a Giant

Passing through China one day with a friend of mine I met along the way. He is a giant, I guess that’s fair to say.  The load of life that is mine to bear, he took from me, the heavy part always with an open heart.  Giants they say, often act this way, even on days that are bleak and gray. He smiles that big toothy giant grin, even with the load I’ve given him, he never shirks or complains.

 

 Giants they say always act this way, they have no choice, because their hearts are pure in trust, and love.  So each day they practice their Giants Creed, to lend a hand if you can, to those of us they find along the way.  Even if we are small and they are Giants, the lesson he teaches for us to follow, while the Giant precedes down the path with the load I’ve given him to carry. It’s more than half that should be mine.

 In the formation of a Giant’s mind, you have to attend Giant High, in a mountain valley town.  To learn the lessons that are taught – to stand your ground, with your toes to the very edge as if hanging there above the precipice below.  Just you and your big, black friend, must stand guard at the gate, and protect the Jewel within.  You must challenge that horrible ogre that passes by.  Even if your friend is 10 times your size, it is your voice that they hear as you shout without fear.

 And now my little friend, I hope you have noticed that it was always I that led the way wherever we went throughout the day, so you might follow feeling safe and warm.  I stayed with you longer than I should have, making your stands sure and good.  So I take my Giant Crown of Silver Crested Hair, to leave you I must go before, to take my place in the Giants’ land, as only we can understand.

 So now with open arms, you must accept the serf’s load that is theirs, as I have always done.  Always to take that awesome position, to always be willing to take a stand, and lead the way to another land.  I must proceed to clear the way.  My Jewel, you will follow soon, someday.  Remember the days we spent laughing as friends, always we went to the next great event that was ours, to the fun things in life.

 

 

 So now my little friend, I give to you, for awhile that last big Giant’s grin.  Once again I’ve taken the yoke, to clear for you, the path to the land where pain has passed, never to return again.  So when you come you can be sure that I and my big black giant friend, will be standing there, to guide you within.

 You must stand as I have always shown you, with chest pushed out and topknot flowing in the air.  The bravest thing the world has ever seen, has left to go beyond the screen. Goodbye my little friend, look for me there when you get within.

 Your teaching friend,

The GIANT, BRUNO                                               (It has to be awfully easy for a dog to get into heaven)

 By Robert Gary Dotson – December 2013

 

                                  In memory of Bruno Irvine - the Yorkie/Pom/Hairless Chinese Crested

                                                       Born:  January 20, 2000

                                                       Passed December 7, 2013

 

Copyright (c) 2013 - Chardale Irvine.  All rights reserved.

My Constant Source of Entertainment Is Now Only A Periodic Source of Entertainment

The story of why and how I married my husband is fun, well maybe funny, or strange, either way it happened long, long ago - well, 10 years ago - in Las Vegas, Nevada at 11:25 at night, the day after Christmas in 2002.  We decided to get married on the drive from Richfield on our way to Mesquite, Nevada for a little golf junket. I think he asked me near Beaver, Utah...no, don't jump to conclusions! I said, "Sure, why not?".  We stopped in St. George, Utah and bought wedding rings - it was Sunday, I think and not many stores were open.  A helpful police officer pointed us to a store in the mall. 

That story might be another post but it was on the drive back to my place in Richfield that the "constant source of entertainment"  was set into motion.  You see, somehow Walt had conned me into not doing the hanky panky thing prior to getting married.  I'm not sure why I agreed to that other than that it was a new and novel experience for me to try. So I probably thought..."Hey, what the heck?"

So we go to Vegas.  Get married.  Drive back to Mesquite that night to stay in our crappy motel, too exhausted to move. But the next night....well, let's just say we consummated the marriage at the Barbary Coast...which is no longer in existence.  We had a lovely room and made good use of it.

So then we are driving back to Richfield, giddy with excitement and kinda I'm sure wondering "What the hell did we just do?" In fact, I remember we stopped to eat poison food at Sonic in St. Geroge and I had that EXACT thought.

We get back on the road and just a few bites into the hamburger Walt turns to me and says - and I quote: "Honey, last night you made my eyes sore".

It was dead silent as all the air got sucked out of the car - as I slowly, much too slowly, processed what my new husband had just said.  Much like how I have to do mental gymnastics to remember which side of the Rocky Mountains I'm on for directions (East I'm on the Wasatch Front, West I'm in Denver, all around me I'm in Richfield), or what is of the plant that grows on trees in Florida (in Colorado we had mistletoe and in Florida they have M.....(Mistletoe, no its that country that Walt didn't live in but my brother did....Oh yeah! Spain) Spanish Moss.

And BAM!! I figured out that what he was trying to say was "Honey, last night you were a sight for sore eyes".  (If anyone sees a similarity to some of George W. Bush's comment...well, yeah...that's my life). So I say...."I think you meant to say...Blah".  And he gets big eyes and stammers and I started laughing hysterically.  And I kept laughing for 137 more miles, hysterically but off and on.

These kind of twisted commentary were frequent for years but that last couple...well things have been freaking HARD for us due to both of our health challenges so not much laughing has been going on.  But today...he was back in rare form. 

I was complaining about how little I get done now and just expressing my frustration about my loss of efficiency and focus (due to the ME/CFIDS/Fibro and the blasted knee injury) and my dear, dear husband says to me - and I quote:

"Honey, for the last three days your body has been revolting."

Yep.

Due to practice I process these tangled comments faster and I said - and I quote (while laughing so hard I'm almost passing out):  "Uh...I think you meant to say "Honey, for the last three days your body has been in revolt"?

And he says "No, I said it right? For uh the last three days uh your body has been uh revolting."  Long pause as he watches me gasping for air because I'm laughing so hard.  "And I STILL said it wrong didn't I? Damn Autocorrect!"

Yep.

He is now though at 47 brownie points.  Prior to that he had 50, for the first time in our marriage he's over 3 points.  He went to 50 points a few days ago because I got to watch Lionel Ritchie's show TWICE (many thanks to DeeDra Sullivan for that tip).  He lost three for the George W. imitation but still has some points to burn...which I promise he will.  I'll let ya know on that.