Friday, July 3, 2009

Fire In the Sky


So, here it is. My first blog entry. Yes, I've given in to this rising trend, however, I'm excited to begin this journey. Being that I'm gearing up to begin writing my first book, I figured it may be a good idea to start a blog to document life. It's not so much that I'm into myself, but more so that I wouldn't mind having something to look back on to remind me of things that have occurred. Rather than making this JUST a photography blog, I figured I'd just give myself the freedom to post whatever I feel. So, here it goes...

Tonight, rather than heading out to Red Bank and dealing with the hoards of obnoxious drunk people and obscene amounts of traffic, I opted to spend the evening with my mom. As some of you may know, she is my best friend. My father left when I was 16 years old, and since then we have been each others support system. She keeps me sane and has helped me through so many tough times, especially in these recent months. She also just turned 69 this past May. It's unfortunate, but I realize that our time together grows shorter with each passing year, so you can understand my decision to ditch my friends and the parties to spend a wonderful night with my mother, celebrating our freedom. We dined at Olive Garden, went shopping at the mall, and then headed over the the Deal Test Site to feast our eyes on the BEAUTIFUL fireworks. Ocean Twp. outdid itself this year. These were spectacular. Red Bank, eat your heart out. It was far more enjoyable sitting in a gigantic open field, than being squashed arm to arm with some annoying screaming child coupled with an obnoxious woman kicking your back every five seconds because she is pissed off you are seated in front of her, (yes this actually happened to me 2 years ago). We chowed down on our Toasted Almond ice cream bars and gazed, like two captivated children, upon the fire in the sky. It was a touching moment, really. I think we were both thinking the same exact thing, because for a moment, we turned and looked at one another with tears in our eyes. We cherish these moments we share together and I believe I may even cherish them a bit more than she, since I will have many years to look back on these memories. I am fortunate to have this bond with my mother, I realized this long ago. What we share is fairly uncommon and I am grateful for every second I have with her. She is the constant in my life. When my dad ran out, she stepped up to the plate, becoming Mom and Dad wrapped up in one body. She could have crumbled to pieces. She could have run out on me as well. But she chose to set an example for her daughter. She taught me what it means to be strong and she showed me that you should always stand up for yourself and never allow anyone to walk all over you. She taught me that it's okay to be alone and that you don't need another person to make you feel complete. But most of all, she taught me that life is pretty rough, that sometimes there is more bad than good, but that all the pain you experience makes you even more receptive to the joys and the overwhelming beauty of LIVING. This is life! The pain, the sorrow, the anguish, the joy, the laughter, the tears, all of it...and man, it is beautiful...

2 comments:

  1. georganne benvenutiJuly 6, 2009 at 12:41 PM

    very sweet :) i am close with my mom as well and know the importance of that relationship!!!

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  2. Sounds like you and I have more in common than I once thought. Thank you for reading my blog a deciding you were going to follow. You are number two and I have no ida who the other one is. I sure loved my mother but she pased away on Oct 11, 2003. Fortunatly I have a great dad. If I can be half as good of a man as he, then I am a success. Thank you! Mike

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