Sunday, 12 February 2012
The Big Year
Did quite a bit of deep thinking or philosophizing (that's a big word for me) during that movie on the plane "The Big Year". As I watched I could not help but think of the meaning behind the movie (relationships). In the movie Steve Martin's character and Jack Black's character have to decide what is more important to them. For Steve it is either to bird watch or be at home more with his wife and new grandson, as well as leave a job that would pay him very well. With Jack's character he needs to decide whether to continue birding or spend time with his new girlfriend, and his parents. During their birding they decide to team up (friendship) and in the end they both choose what is more important (family, friends). While Owen Wilson's character leaves his wife at home to pursue his birding.
Now comes the deep *&$^. (that means stuff). In our marriages, probably more often than not, we tend to lean more to ourselves or things we want to do or what we can get, rather than what our spouse wants (usually this comes more after several years of marriage). You get tired of same old and decide to do something you want to do (nothing wrong with that), but then it becomes our passion rather than what we have (marriage). I find it is easier for me to say this stuff because now I am suddenly single and have experienced a very good marriage (not at all perfect, after all she was married to me). So I can look back and say, I should have done this, I could have said that, but I didn't. I cannot change that but it does not mean those times of regret will not come back to remind me what I could or should have done and said. However, it does do two things when I get hit with the shoulda coulda woulda's.
1. I need to reconcile in some way to myself when those regrets comes. I need to tell myself that, yes, Marlene would have forgiven me for all those things that come to mind and how I could have made our marriage even better. I can't go back and change what I did or didn't do, but I can move on to #2.
2. I can make those differences in future relationships, whether with "my new spouse someday" or with friends and family that I have now.
It is not that I want to fix every one's relationship (that is not my forte at all), but my wish/hope is to get people to think about what they have, and do they want it badly enough to work at it to make it great, not bearable, but great. If not, then why do we stay in those relationships. They will not improve on their own, or if just one person is working at it. The older we get the harder it is to change what we have done for so long, and the longer we wait the more things becomes just old habit or "same old shit", and do we really want that?
I think of a lot of couple's that Marlene knew and who maybe were touched or in some way impacted by her and then later by her death. I know I was. I think that initially it is a wake up call for how we should wake up because it could have easily been someone else (and yes I wanted so much for it to be me rather than her), but as time passes, we quickly forget that wake up call and go back to doing exactly what we did before it slapped us in the face....maybe thinking," I am going to change ", at first, which later becomes, I can change later, I still have time.
Saturday, 21 January 2012
Remembering Marlene
It has been three months since Marlene passed away, and while I have wanted to journal on what happened and what has happened since I have just not taken the time to do so. I know I will not forget the many memories together over the 30 years that we knew each other. We met in 1980 (at my parents house - she went to school with my sister), she was 16 and just finishing grade 10 and I was 21 working out of town. After dating for just over a year, I proposed to her when she was just 17 and still in school and in March 1983 we were married. In February of 1984 Chris was born, and at that point our lives would never be the same, changed for the better in 1983 when we got married and then changed for the best in 1984. In 1985 our lives would change again when we both accepted Christ as saviour and Lord.
We often wondered why we never had another child, could be that God felt that one was all we needed, and he has been all we have asked for.
Marlene, if you knew her, was one of the nicest, kindest, caring, loving (I could go on but you get the picture) people in the world (reminds me a lot of what my dad was like - same characteristics). I had hit the jackpot with her, which made it all the harder to lose her last year. I have said since that day, that you really don't know what you have until it is gone. You begin to realize all that person was not only to you but to people she worked with and met her and the impact she had on them even if she had only met them briefly. You wish for one more day with her, knowing full well that life does not work that way. You think of the things you would do, say, or the things you would change, but also aware you won't get that chance. It does make you think though, that with the relationships you have or will have in the future to do and say those things with others and not live with regret afterward.
If you are reading this blog and you are married, hug your spouse, love your spouse, tell them you love them. Change things up, don't let life get in a rut where you have dug in so deep that it is too late to get out of. Don't say hurtful things. Love and communication are the keys to a happy marriage. If you don't have them for your spouse, why are you married? I guess that is my pet peeve, not understanding how relationships go so sour where people almost despise the person they are married to, and yet still stay married, and are not willing to make things better. Life is too short, get over yourself. Bitterness never wins friends. I would have made a very poor pastor with counseling like that, but that is how I feel.
If you have kids, hug your kids, I don't care how old they are. Let them know you love them in what you say and in how you treat them. There is nothing more disappointing then seeing parents calling their kids names ...and then we wonder why some people turn out like they do.
To be continued.....
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