I have learned a lot in life in my many years and that has been to not get emotionally attached to anything or anyone except with myself. My exposure to
Broke Straight Boys has helped to reinforce that feeling. I was devastated when my boy,
Kodi, suddenly vanished, but then others came after him. There are no longer any exceptions to my lesson. My son and grandson recently moved to another state. While I always imagined them living close to me, I never thought they would be leaving for greener pastures. It has happened to all of us at some point in our lives. A coworker and friend who resigns for a better paying job or relocation. There are no exceptions. They could be a relative, best friend, coworker, on screen personality, etc., etc.
I no longer question their decisions and accept them for what they are, a continuation of life. I myself have been on the opposite end of the spectrum when I have made decisions to depart. My biological family was heart broken when I announced I was moving 27 miles away across the bay. My immediate family was shocked when I decided to move even further. My boss cried when I announced my retirement. I remember when she told me, "You can't retired until I'm ready to retire too." I worked there 25 years. I was burnt out and looking forward to new horizons. My own children could not even imagine what it would be like to no longer have Dad around. I thought, well kids, you're all grown now and have families of your own. Make your own lives, I'm making mine.
It has been repeated that models here come and go. Some do stay longer than others and some depart more quickly. Somehow we as humans tend to develop relationships with stage and screen performers. What we forget is that it is all a fantasy. When we view a scene, a movie, a Broadway play or listen to our favorite music, it lifts our spirits. If it is something we truly love, there is nothing wrong with watching reruns or listening to your favorite album over and over. What is wrong is letting ourselves get depressed for what once was.
Love to you all,
Louis
(I am not editing this post so please accept any spelling or grammar mistakes. I just do not feel like reading it again.)