I think this is going to be a two-parter because I had something truly touching and warm to say, but then I got distracted by itunes, so I’m sure that later on I will realize that I left something out, so let’s consider this the beginning.
Ten years ago today I had a hemorrhagic stroke. This excitement added a little zest, zip and zing into what was already a truly crappy summer. If you are having such a rough time that a week long coma is the best way out of it, you are not doing a good job with your life.
I have been ruminating about the events of that day and of the last ten years and while I was thinking/trying to lull myself into a nap, I was notified that an actor friend of mine, Ryan Roach, had a stroke early this morning and is not expected to recover.
Ryan and I are the same age.
It gives me a moment of Keanu “whoa”, because it makes me realize that things could easily have been very different. I want to believe that Ryan will make it.
If I had a massive stroke today, I don’t know what I would choose. At this point, I don’t know if I’ve done enough to redeem myself for the extra bit of time that I got.
Given the choice, I’m not sure.
It’s a puzzler.
Actor Boy is hear to celebrate with me and it’s helping me not focus on the what I don’t haves, like my husband and my best friend. I have my Actor boy, my mom, my dad and my brother.
Thus far I trotted Actor Boy out to be stared at by the folk who usually share my Saturdays and we met my mom for an early movie.
I had a cold coffee beverage and some baked cheetos. Later on I will be meeting my parents and my brother for a lush dinner.
I have prayed for Ryan and entered a plea or two on his behalf with the universe.
I will be doing the best I can to focus on the bright side and not be a downer on the what I don’t haves.
And there will be vodka (premium, because, what am I? A savage.)
And there will probably be more writing.
Hang in there Ryan, one more year. I will if you will.