Sunday, September 13, 2009

I know you might roll your eyes at this, but I'm so glad that you exist

While it's no secret that I consider myself to be president of the Sean Wraight fan club (treasurer at the very least), I've been coming to the realization lately that this may very well be the most popular organization since the Rick Astley Appreciation Society. Mention Sean's name in certain circles and doors open; they let you into the inner sanctum and sometimes they even give you the "friend of Sean" discount.

So the solemnness of our recent funeral trip to the east was tempered with the excitement of knowing that I would finally get to meet my fabulous friend, the one with the razor sharp wit, the exquisite taste in music, and tendency to spoil me with incredible gifts. It turns out that I had just seen the tip of the iceberg of fabulousness that was the blog friend I thought I already knew.

It's one thing to offer a hand to someone you've never even met when they come to town under unfortunate circumstances; I think we would all find it within ourselves to do that. It's
quite another thing to not only make yourself completely at someone's disposal, but then to drag your entire family into the equation. It's that kind of shit that qualifies you for sainthood, isn't it? At the very least some kind of ninja humanitarian award.

So thank you, my dear friend. Although I can't answer the FRO's question why are two blind people in a car so much funnier than just one, I have to tell you that I have never had so much fun getting lost in a parking lot before. Thank you for welcoming us into your home, for the sheer insanity of all the goodies you bestowed upon us, for introducing us to the kitty who looks like a footstool, and for lending us your camera (complete with extra batteries) when we foolishly left ours at home.

It meant a great deal that you would take time from your vacation to pay your respects at the visitation, even if you had to take drugs to get there, and again at the funeral. I am very relieved that the scary barking priest did not discover that you don't understand any Polish and demand you return the host. Which he might well have done if he knew the truth behind the car alarm incident. Parking lots factored large into the picture, didn't they?

We really came to rely on your generosity, my friend, to the extent that we are still saying to each other just phone Sean, I'm sure he'll bring it right over.

And how do I begin to express my amazement at your incredible family, who think nothing of being met at the train station after a grueling trip home, only to be told that they are not in fact going back to their home as they expect, but rather they are being whisked off to a restaurant to eat a meal with some people they have never met? The fact that they did so with such grace and goodwill, even taking this motley bunch of strangers out for ice cream afterward and then entertaining us at home until all hours, makes me suspect that there is actually a queue beginning to form for that ninja award.

Sean, you and your extraordinary family took a sombre occasion and turned it into something utterly sublime. You know that the next time we meet we will be falling all over ourselves to return the hospitality. Don't make us wait too long, okay?


18 comments:

Wandering Coyote said...

Wow, what a great post, Barb. I'm a little teary, actually...

justrun said...

I love people.

Thanks for sharing with us!

Sean Wraight said...

Dear Barbara,

I am (to borrow a phrase) gobsmacked. What an absolutely lovely post. And for the record nary an eyeroll transpired as I read your words; Instead that warm flush of remembering an amazing family most uncommon coming back to me. Indeed it was under unfortunate circumstances that our meeting transpired but in the end it worked a little magic on all of us, our little families so remarkably similar.

So thank you Barb, for the pleasure of your friendship. I owe you the world for the endless encouragement and advice you offer to me- On every topio under the sun and beyond.

You once remarked that "I had found my tribe" in the blogger community... Those words have ALWAYS resonated with me because they contain such inherent truth. But it has been your welcoming spirit and unbelieveable writing grace that has and will continue to inspire me and the good people that frequent this place in cyberspace.

So often we forget to tell the people that are important to us that they are in fact part of the flame that make our soul's burn bright.

So no eyerolls tonight dear Barb, just a glowing heart.

I can't wait until the next meeting with Jerry, Eva and you. Let's hope its on the front porch of your new cottage.

Fondest of Affections,
Sean

(Jack, Maureen and Footstool)

BeckEye said...

...3...2...1....

And my faith in humanity has been restored.

Doc said...

I'm with Beckeye, as this is the kind of thing that makes the bad news slide off the front of the newspaper. God bless you all.

Doc

umbrellalady said...

It always astounds me how wonderful and accepting folks are and how we can be so fortunate to have them in our lives - a friend is truly a treasure in this harsh world of ours

Allison said...

Two of my favourite people together, this warms my heart. :)

I am so glad you all had such a great meet up, despite the circumstances.

We need to get on planning a larger scale blogger meet-up...hmmm perhaps someone who has a summer cottage might host? ;)

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Where are my manners, Wandering Coyote? I really should have passed the Kleenex around first.

People are my favourite flavour of fun too, Justrun! Then chocolate.

Oh Sean, now you are making me all verklempft.
Our families really are uncannily alike in many ways, aren't they? Which only affirms my suspicions that one of us is the other's evil twin. I don't even want to hazard a guess as to which is which.
Here's to future Crokinoke championships between our families on the deck of Cottage Zombie. I am flexing my flicking finger already.

It was Rick Astley that compelled you to say that, wasn't it, Beckeye? I know that you cannot resist such a huge cultural icon. (and thanks)

Just doing what we can to make the world a safer place, one blogger meetup at a time, Doc.
But truly, after cat videos, the friendships that blogging can bring are the best reason for the existence of the internet.

And when you find those friends who click with you in every way, it's pretty incredible, Kathy. Same goes for family, kiddo.

So true, Al! We've all three met one another now, just not all at the same time. This must be remedied, and quickly!
Casa de la Zombie - the Cottage Edition - will be an ideal place for an extended blogger meetup (hint acknowledged). Music, writing, art, and lots of laughs. I can't wait.

Charlie said...

A wonderful tribute to friendship, Barb, and written so well. To paraphrase BeckEye, there are so many good humans—of which you and Sean are just two.

I knew there was a reason I continue to blog . . .

bloody awful poetry said...

People are awesome. I KNEW it! That was lovely, dude. And yes, thanks for sharing =)

Dale said...

Just when I hate everyone and everything, something like this happens. I'm glad you got to meet each other and confirm how lovely you each are!

URBAN BLONDE said...

I have to echo Dale's comment.

After a day filled with the worst kind of humans ever to walk the face of the earth I come on here and read this and my faith in humanity is restored a hundred fold and then some. *Sniff* Beautiful!

John Mutford said...

I only met one blogger acquaintance and... it didn't go so well. Aw, who am I kidding, it was great. Hats off to Sean and family though. What circumstances to meet under. So glad it more than went okay.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

And all this time I thought you continued to blog for my entertainment, Charlie. But this is good too.

Dude, people rule. So when are you coming to visit, BAP?

But you're so cute when you've got your rage face on, Dale. Now I have gone and ruined everything.

You would say that even when I STILL haven't called you to get together for coffee yet, Urban Blonde? You are pretty saintly yourself. Wait a minute, you haven't called me either ... okay, we're square.

Yeah, that blogger meetup we had was barely tolerable, wasn't it, John? At least I left the axe in the basement. You guys need to come back again!

Gifted Typist said...

lovely, just lovely

Barbara Bruederlin said...

It was a perfectly lovely meeting, Gifted, with some perfectly lovely people.

justacoolcat said...

Wow. Life is sometimes full of wonder when it's needed most. Amazing story.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

It's a wonderful life, indeed, JustA.