Perfect Moment Monday: The Upwelling

September 8, 2008

in Family, Perfect Moment, Suicide

Back home again after the events of the past week.

First, for those of you wondering, Gino is doing well. He has been an incredible support this week to those who need it most.

Second, here is a Perfect Moment from this sorrowful week. “Perfect” for me today is synonymous with”overflowing,” for that is what I felt a few days ago.

The minister dismissed us as he ended the short memorial service.

Unexpectedly, one of the Tweens (age 11) stood up and went to the podium. “Wait,” he asserted. “I have something to say.”

And he read a letter to his dad. It included love and questioning and some anger. He moved the microphone to his level and looked out at the people who were there for him. He held the room as well as any million-dollar speaker does. His timing was impeccable — we hung on his words, and even found reasons to laugh with him. He managed in his P.S. to work in an off-color quote from Slingblade and make it seem okay within the walls of the chapel.

There was not a dry eye.

I had lumps in my throat, in my chest, in the center of my head. I had lumps in my lumps. It was all I could to do keep them from exploding.

My Perfect Moment lies in his courage and clarity, and in how he completely broke open my heart.

1. Martha has two Perfect Moments: one with a 13 year-old, and one regarding the splendor of nature.

2. Susan, so not a girly-girl, celebrates the start of football season with a memory.

3. Amber says her Perfect Moment was “this morning with all of us piled in our king-sized bed snuggling, playing and talking about our day ahead. No matter what mud is slung during the day, ours always ends together talking about it on our bed.” Mmmmm. Delicious. (And you should check out her gourds.)

4. Courtney has a daily double: (1) she reconnects with and old friend, and (2) she realizes, amid heavy burdens, just how strong she is.

5. Yours…?

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Sending out my gratitude to Amber, Andy, Anna, Antigone, Beth, Cassandra, the Casual Perfectionist, Catherine, Cathy, Chicklet, Courtney, Crystal, Deanna, Denise, Excavator, Furrow, Gabrielle, Geohde, Kim, Kristin, Leslee, Loribeth, Luna, LJ, Lollipop, M, Martha, Mary Beth, Meghan, Melissa, Michell, Millie, Mrs Spock, Ms Planner, Nancy, Pam, Phoebe, Robin and Sue, Steph, and Tammy.

Your support, love and light are even now having rippling effects in the lives of my loved ones and me.

Namaste, my friends.

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{ 12 comments… read them below or add one }

chicklet April 7, 2010 at 12:28 am

I don’t have any perfect moments right now, but I’m glad you’re back, and I’m still here for ya.

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luna April 7, 2010 at 12:28 am

your perfect moment brought a lump to my throat. tender and precious, and I imagine unforgettable. glad you are home safely. continuing to send you love and light, and wishing everyone peace and strength.

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annacyclopedia April 7, 2010 at 12:28 am

So glad you’re home safely. Your perfect moment sounds amazing – isn’t it incredible when our boys can speak their hearts with such clarity? May you all continue to heal and find peace.

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Melissa April 7, 2010 at 12:28 am

Lori,Glad you are home safe and sound. I’m hoping for a perfect moment tonight when we WIN in Oakland! :o)Hugs From Up North!

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B April 7, 2010 at 12:28 am

Dear LoriHaven’t been around so just catching up on your news.I am really sorry to hear about the untimely death of your friend. That really sucks. And is also very emotionally confusing.My heart is with you and the young man who spoke of his dad. Brave man. I am glad he took his place at the funeral.Peace with you and yoursBarbara

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Spicy Sister April 7, 2010 at 12:28 am

Lori,I am just now catching up on your blog and I just want to say how sorry I am for your loss, for the jarring to your soul and to your family, but also how amazing it is that you were able to receive this moment of overflowing out of such pain. I am glad you are home safe and my heart and thoughts, however belated, are with you.

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Furrow April 7, 2010 at 12:28 am

What a cool kid. I hope he’ll be okay. It would be so sad for such a spirit to get lost in the aftermath.

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excavator April 7, 2010 at 12:28 am

What an amazing Perfect Moment. I get the shivers from your telling, as if I were in the church and he’d just spoken.It’s surprising when there’s moments of beauty in such pain? Kind of wedged in sideways and providing unexpected joy?I think that you all have provided yourselves the most loving start in your healing–you comfort each other so well.Love

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PerfectMomentProject April 7, 2010 at 12:28 am

what a beautiful moment… The 11-year-old reminded me of a funeral I attended several years ago. A colleague of Sue’s died suddenly, leaving two young boys. One son stood at the podium in his loose-fitting suit, stretching up to the microphone and talked about the day his dad ‘fell down in the basement.’ the eulogies from adults were wonderful, but I left that synagogue knowing more about his dad’s soul from the stories his son told. I hope it was as helpful for the son as it was for all of us.Glad you were able to be there for everyone too. Welcome back.

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Courtney April 7, 2010 at 12:28 am

I’m so silly, I forgot to send my link to my perfect moment this week:http://nalinjourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/perfect-moment-monday.htmlGlad you’re home safe and sound, and you’re welcome for “abiding.”…any time, my friend.

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Amber April 7, 2010 at 12:28 am

This was really a beautiful post, Lori. If I had to think about a perfect moment, it was this morning with all of us piled in our king-sized bed snuggling, playing and talking about our day ahead. No matter what mud is slung during the day, ours always ends together talking about it on our bed.

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Geohde April 7, 2010 at 12:28 am

Lori,Of course.Any time, and anything I can do from inside my computer I shall gladly offer,xxJ

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