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| Only Half the Story
Janet Kuypers 6/25/17 He was a troubled man. He had a good life but let demons in, to do him in. In his struggles he almost died a number of times, and even his family pushed him away – and only heard news of his death after he was already cremated. And it makes me wonder if our love for him ever completely went away – because after all the mistakes were made, I want to believe that he’s worth more than what his demons reduced him to. – I want to remember that when I worked retail he bought the biggest teddy bear through me when he just found out that his wife was pregnant with their first child... and I suppose it was a fun way for me to get the news too. I want to remember how he’d come inside after plowing too many streets to count that were filled with feet after feet of snow, that little icicles would be hanging off his mustache from his breath. I want to remember that he once built an airplane from scratch, so he could sit in his own cockpit, and fly himself into the sky. I want to remember him picking me up from the airport, where we decided to pay the airport parking machine with pennies, dropping pointless pennies, then laughing at repurposing pennies that once only wasted space in his truck’s ash try... I want to remember that a friend from his youth (who was shorter than me by the time I was twelve), that his friend decided that my nickname would be “shorty”... I want to remember how when I’d see him swim he’d wear tiny speedos (and that might seem strange, but he got a college scholarship for this – he was a near-Olympic diver, once in competition with medal-winners like Greg Louganis)... and he’d go to the diving board, and suddenly this concrete construction company owner sprung with such skill as he flipped through the air, before making the tiniest tear and splash next to nothing through that sheet of water, that could shatter like glass through the sky if anyone tried the same dive other than him. – You see, I want to remember these little slices of his life, these windows into his acts of kindness, how he was the kind of guy who’d want to give the shirt off his back to a man in need. I want to remember this. Because I want to believe that he wasn’t always lost. I want to believe that even though he erred we should no longer condemn him, but condemn the thing that did this to him. So I try to not remember the demons, but remember the man inside. I want to believe, and this is why I must remember. |
