6 hrs before the 3rd race in your name, and although I'm grateful for all the showing of support, I'm listless. It's also the eve of OU/TX and normally we'd be pumped this morning, hanging, figuring out how to get inside Fair Park...
I'm tired of you not being here. It's so easy to say I miss you, but so hard for me and everyone else who knew you to understand why you're gone. It's why we made this race I guess.
But when I really reflect, it's helpless. I, helplessly, want you back. Cards of life suck sometimes...
I love you.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Twins
A day and week before the 3rd Kieron Go Bragh 5k...more importantly, the day OF the beginning of not one, but two new lives of the Finnegan clan.
In about 6 hours, Suzanna Finnegan-Guyton, the youngest of us six, is due to give birth to twins - Henry Finn and Juliet. Kieron would write something unique about this phenomenal morning...and relish that his baby sister, later this morning, was to become a mother.
I miss Kieron's unusual thoughts on special occasions like this. Through his quirky writings and offbeat comments, what always lay underneath was something compelling and uncommonly insightful. He'd say something like how special this monumental time was because of how Suzanna has come full-circle as the baby of the family, and into the nurturing mother we all knew she'd be... mind you Kieron would write this in much more capturing rhetoric.
I'm five years older than Suzanna. Kieron is five years older than me. My son, Patrick, is five years older than my youngest daugher, Emma. Often I watch my two youngest interacting and it brings me back to Suzanna and I years ago. I remember being proud to be her big brother... but never so much as I am now. My little sister will be a mom by this time tomorrow and I'm overjoyed...for her, for her husband Jon, for all of us - including Kieron. I think the timing is perfect.
In about 6 hours, Suzanna Finnegan-Guyton, the youngest of us six, is due to give birth to twins - Henry Finn and Juliet. Kieron would write something unique about this phenomenal morning...and relish that his baby sister, later this morning, was to become a mother.
I miss Kieron's unusual thoughts on special occasions like this. Through his quirky writings and offbeat comments, what always lay underneath was something compelling and uncommonly insightful. He'd say something like how special this monumental time was because of how Suzanna has come full-circle as the baby of the family, and into the nurturing mother we all knew she'd be... mind you Kieron would write this in much more capturing rhetoric.
I'm five years older than Suzanna. Kieron is five years older than me. My son, Patrick, is five years older than my youngest daugher, Emma. Often I watch my two youngest interacting and it brings me back to Suzanna and I years ago. I remember being proud to be her big brother... but never so much as I am now. My little sister will be a mom by this time tomorrow and I'm overjoyed...for her, for her husband Jon, for all of us - including Kieron. I think the timing is perfect.
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