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The After (Part 2)

I am at church this morning.

I’ve called out for my people I need on the prayer list.


And so we carried on.

Pete had noted once that we changed after Keith had passed.

I suppose we grew up a bit. Death is sobering.

We started to discuss matters which were more severe to the world and our souls. We actually read the Bible together.

At one time, we tried to record a podcast during the plague, but work and life got in the way of recording. It’s still out there somewhereβ€”the Greybeards Podcast. (I say tried; we did record a podcast.)


This went on for year’s like I said before. Some days it was half an hour’s worth of chat, sometimes memes back and forth, across several platforms, but always that connection.

We shared failures and successes alike. Gave each other a hard time. Made each other laugh and sometimes cry.

Before Covid became a thing, Yoko let us know that he was fighting a rare cancer. He would be getting treatment that would include blood transfusions, chemo, full body radiation.

The treatment did a number on my friend. He still kept his head up. He still was full of life. He still picked up his guitars and pursued his great love of music.

And of course we encouraged him in his getting better. Who wouldn’t? We were there for him spiritually in support. We spoke often and chatted every day about his particular problem.

Last weekend he let us know that he was going to the hospital because he was having trouble with his 02 stats. Trouble breathing. Pete and I discussed this while he had gone dark because he was in the hospital and contact was sort of limited. We wanted to see if his diet or other things could help and maybe we’d encourage him to more closely follow doctors’ orders.

We weren’t expecting the inevitable. It comes for us all in the end.


Brent Kaping (Yoko F. Thunders) was a Marine.

He was a husband.

He was a father.

He was a musician.

He was funny, loved his family and friends, loved his country, loved music.

He was my friend. He became, over the course of several years, my brother. He touched a lot of people. (And yes, if you knew Brent, he’d laugh at me saying he touched a lot of people.)

Over the last year, with him being too sick to communicate here and there and having days, where he’d be out of touch, the holes in my days have been huge. And now there’s one that won’t end.

Last Wednesday, February 9, 2022, at 1730, Pete brought me the unfortunate news that my friend had gone home. The toll that everything had taken on his body over the past couple of years became too much to continue.

I’ll miss him.

He was one of the few men outside of blood relations that I could say the word love to and not be embarrassed in any way. Because it is true, I loved my brother.


I’m not the one to write my friend’s eulogy. This isn’t his eulogy. This is me making peace with him being gone.

To his wife and son, I am so sorry for the loss of Brent. I know that he loved both of you deeply. He loved you not just in word but in deed. I’ve rarely seen anyone do that in life like he did. That doesn’t end. Ever.


And this is what needs to get out of my head for the last several days. It has eaten at my heart. And maybe it was fitting that it did so. I needed to mourn a bit in silence. I still will. This is my part in The After.

Miss ya, Brent. Always will.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Thinking

I spend a lot of time on the road. I have lots of time to think and this mornings thoughts turned to the fact that I’ve got it pretty good.

I have a family, a roof over my head and food on the table.

The wife and I both have jobs so we can provide for our family.

My parents are still living and healthy. And thank God for that because they are extremely helpful with the kids.

They were before Covid and are even more so now in the time of Covid.

There are a lot of people that have it so much worse.


I met a lady today, she was in town from the coast. Her father had passed away, just a couple of days before Christmas.

I expressed my sympathy and she said, β€œThank you. He went in his sleep, just like he always wanted.”

(My father has often said he’d rather just go to sleep and not wake up when it’s his time.)

Apparently, he had some health issues prior to this. It was expected but sudden, so a bit unexpected.

And here she was, kind of chipper even. Some people can put on such a brave face in times of tragedy. And I hope that peace is with her when she’s alone. Because I feel like there’s a time coming where it all will just hit her at once. And that can be the loneliest feeling in the world. So prayers to you, ma’am, wherever you are tonight.


And so I’m grateful for what I have and what I haven’t lost yet. And the example I was shown today. Real grace in a rough time.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

RBG

Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg has passed away at 87, complications from pancreatic cancer.

Thank you for your service to the people and our country, ma’am.

Now is not the time for political argument, your days of arguing are over.

May you Rest In Peace.

Seegars

The End

I didn’t realize it, but the final two episodes of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. aired back to back and I finished them tonight on Hulu.

I’m a huge Marvel fan and have been since I was a child (some people might say I still am).

It’s kind of hard to say goodbye to the show although I’m sure many of the characters will show up somewhere in the MCU somehow, some way.

Coulson’s my boy. Probably my favorite fictional hero. The heart and soul of a team of heroes. He keeps coming back and keeps on keeping on.

Even death can’t stop him. And he’s always willing to put everything on the line. Because that’s what hero’s do.

Hey, Coulson!

And so I say goodbye to one of my favorite, if not absolute favorite shows, and I enjoyed and loved every single minute of it.

Goodbye Coulson, May, Mack, FitzSimmons, and Skye (I still can’t get used to Daisy).

You’ve made my little bit of time with you fun and inspiring, as heroes should do.

Seegars

Junked

On the way home from church there’s an old store. The man who owned it , Jimmy, recently passed away.

Surrounding the store was a junkyard. Tons of old cars. Some are left but they’re cleaning it out now, I imagine a lot of these are worth a quite a bit to the right person restoring a car. Money to be made.

I’m sure many saw it as an eyesore. I saw beauty in every single rusting part.

I’ll kind of miss it.

SISC

Excelsior!

I was driving home today, mulling over a few things about work and thinking maybe I should write this out instead of it rolling around in my head like the proverbial bb in a cornbread box (that’s a Southern colloquialism, I taught you something today). When I got a message from my friend Jeff.

Stan Lee died.

We’re both huge comic and superhero fans. We fall firmly on the side of Marvel. But this ain’t about Marvel vs DC. There are fans the world over who’ve been struck hard by this news today.

Stan and Marvel Comics were nearly interchangeable in speaking of wither of the two. If you’ve thought of one you thought of the other as a fan.

Marvel, the X-Men and Spider-Man especially, have been a huge part of my life.

The X-Men are all about knocking down bigotry and hate. Just because you’re different doesn’t mean you can’t bring something to the world and the team. That speaks to me.

And what kid can’t identify with Peter Parker if not Spider-Man? Teenage troubles and all there are life lessons in these books.

So I’m going to miss Stan and I know there are fans of every genre who will too.

Because:

There’s a disturbance in the force.

The dilithium crystals are depleted.

We’re adrift in The Black.

The final chevron won’t engage.

No one is answering the Bat Signal.

And so many other references I could make, but you know the deal. The geeks and nerds of the world are sad today.

And for good reason.

I’ll leave this with one of the most important things Stan ever wrote.

RIP Stan.

SISC