I drove with fellow workers from a run to Atlanta to drop
off cars and then hopped into a van for the return trip. We gabbed about a
variety of topics, but then someone uttered that famous line, “I wonder why…”
That set me to mulling over some of the things about which I wonder. Some are
more serious than others, but all have at least crossed my mind over the years.
One thing I’m still wondering is why old girlfriends “kicked
me to the curb.” No, I never have claimed to be a real catch, but the girls
that I liked could count on one thing: I was devoted to them. Perhaps such
loyalty made me more like a family dog than a boyfriend. My personality has
always been outgoing and friendly (I think), so maybe I lacked enough of the
“bad boy” persona. We all know that too many girls go for those kinds of guys
because they are sure that the males “can be changed.” I wonder if girls got
tired of me because I was too boring, cheap, serious, or ugly.
Another thing that has stayed on my mind is why my daddy
died so early in life. Of course, at the time, he seemed old, but 53 is not
old. Jim and I were 13 and Dal was 17. It strikes me as not at all fair that
Daddy died when we were so young and that his end left Mother with a world of
worry and hurt. Neither does it seem right that we lost him so early and that
the rest of our lives always had that empty spot, especially during special
events like graduations, weddings, and births.
I often wonder how
things would have been different if he’d have survived his cancer. He used to
say that our family would do lots of things when he got better; what he had in
mind is still a mystery. I also question whether or not I told him I loved him
enough while he was here. My fingers are crossed that the answer is yes.
I’ve been blessed with having a twin brother. I always
wonder why single children are so happy. Jim and I were inseparable as little
boy. We always had someone with whom to play and fight. Without him I’d have
spent a lonely existence, although folks say you wouldn’t miss what you’d never
had. Even today, Jim and I are close; we’re the only two left from the family.
I wonder why I was so fortunate to have a twin and a good friend rolled into
one.
The last few years have been sprinkled with the joy of
writing. It’s probably no exaggeration that by now my computers have flashed
across their screens no less than a million words. Some have been rather bad;
some have been better. I wonder why I’ve been unable to become the critically
acclaimed, best-selling author I’d planned. Maybe a lack of ability could
account for part of the failure; another shortcoming might be the lack of an
agent or publisher. What I do know is that Lord blessed me with whatever
talents that I have, and I sometimes wonder what I’m supposed to do with that.
Finally, I wonder why Amy ever agreed to marry me. She was
three years younger, gorgeous, and smart. Plenty of guys stood in line to date
her, but for some reason she chose me. How’d I get so lucky? Over the last 40
years, she’s put up with good and bad and stood by me the entire time. I’m not
the easiest person with whom to live, something she attributes to my stubbornness
or impulsive actions. Still, she sticks with me and seems to overlook those
many faults that I have.
Andy Rooney made the phrase “Ever wonder why” popular. I
have no illusions that I could ever add to that. It’s just something that we
all do from time to time. I give it some thought but then just get on with
life. I don’t understand things, but dwelling on them only will bring on
depression or confusion. It’s easier
just to accept them as a part of life’s constant surprises.
1 comment:
I think we all have that "I wonder why" feeling from time to time. Miss seeing you and Amy.
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