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The Morning After

Yesterday was, as every real American knows, the Super Bowl.

This morning I awoke in a cold, dark place.  I was still wearing my Bronco jersey.  It was dripping with sweat.  I was curled in a fetal position. 

“Al, don’t you have to be in court today?” Sugar disturbed my focus on my deep depression.

“Sugar, I am sure the courthouse will be closed and the flags at half mast on this sad day.  Remember, the Broncos lost the game.  I am in mourning.”

“Well, maybe the judge and your client and opposing counsel did not take it as hard as you have.”

“How dare you, woman!  Of course they feel as sad as I do.  I am in no condition to be in court.  I have to watch the game films.  I have to talk to Coach Fox about my role on next year’s team.  Peyton and Champ won’t retire and neither will I.  We are a team.”

“Well, they probably got out of bed and in case the judge did too, maybe you should swing by the courthouse on your way to Bronco headquarters at Dove Valley.  You know, to verify that the courthouse is closed.”

So I went to the courthouse wearing my official NFL-licensed Peyton Manning Bronco jersey — #18.  To my surprise, it was open.  I went to the courtroom where my case was to be heard.  The judge was in his robes.  Opposing counsel was wearing a suit and tie.

“Judge, I need a brief continuance so I can go home to get a tie, unless you will waive that silly rule about courtroom attire.”

“Normally, as you know, I enforce that rule, but for you, Mr. Manning, I will make an exception.”

“Thank you, your Honor.  I am on my way to Dove Valley, so if you don’t mind, I waive my right to present evidence and would like to proceed to my closing argument.”

“Actually, I am ready to rule.  You win!”

The other lawyer objected.  The judge over-ruled the objection. 

Sure, there might be an appeal.  Go ahead, make my day!  Who do they think they are dealing with? 

Another Funeral

Tomorrow is the funeral.

When Jamie posted on Facebook that his teenage son, Adam, had committed suicide, Sugar told me about it and I called him.  We had a good talk about Adam, about addiction, about depression, about divorce, about family, about grieving, about the Bible, and about Jamie’s faith.  He wept.  I tried to comfort him.   

I did not know Jamie that well.  We just met at a couple of Sugar’s art shows and hit it off.  Jamie’s planters made from re-cycled tires are very unique so we bought a few.  I just thought he could use a friend when I heard of Adam’s death.  I told him to call me if he wanted to talk more, but I did not call him again.

That was in November.  In December, Sugar offered Jamie a spot in her Handmade for the Holidays show at the Hilton.  He decided to not participate.

 Tomorrow is Jamie’s funeral.  He could not bear living any longer.  He hung himself in the shed behind his rented house. A lady from church told us.  She thought we’d want to know.

Jamie’s pain is something I can only imagine but not understand. God understands. May God grant Jamie the peace that passeth all understanding.

Not Forgotten and Not Gone

Today is the funeral for a young man,

The son of a friend.

He was 23.

He won’t be 24.

Hopelessness yesterday.

A funeral today.

Here today, gone tomorrow.

Gone today, gone tomorrow.

Gone tomorrow, gone the next day.

Gone except in memories of those who cared.

Here in loving hearts.

There with the Lord.

Even death cannot separate us from the love of God.

Even death cannot separate us from those we love.

Here yesterday.  Still here today.

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