Do bad things come in threes? Or are humans drawn to recognize things in series of threes. Like the rule of three in writing. A nice little rule which states that when making lists in stories, comedy, etc. one would do well to list details in threes. It gives people a digestible amount of information while also creating the opportunity for colorful descriptions.
Last week was rough, but this week kicked my ass. I’m used to dealing with the challenge of having people who I love being absent, hurting, or incapable of loving me back. I am not used to the challenge of people who I love dying. I have endless stories about the group of young people who I had the pleasure (and pain) of teaching throughout their high school careers. Stories that graduated our relationships from teacher/student to family. I thank them everyday for giving me the big, loving, dysfunctional family that I ALways wanted and never had. These little shits became my little brothers and sisters.
After they graduated, I quit teaching, became an electrician, and bought a house in 2017. I was elated that one of my favorite students and his family was living two doors down. Ms. LaCoste had long since become Sabrina. Everyday for the last four years, I was greeted with her yell down the street, “Hey Ms. JAWNSON!!!” A powerful matriarch, the respect her family held for her radiated through their gentle and loving care for her and her kids. Sabrina ALways did what was best for her sons, brothers, and sisters. The loud love of the million member family that fills our block has been quickly replaced with sadness and pain. On Wednesday morning, two days before her youngest son’s sixteenth birthday, she died unexpectedly in the hospital. I miss my friend and my heart breaks for my little brother, one of the few souls who I have met on this earth more sensitive than me. Trying to hold it together for his little brother’s birthday. Trying to hold it together for himself. I tell him it’s okay to cry. We cry. One.
Blessed to have two great roommates, one new one old, one silver and the other gold, yada yada yada. The old one was a friend long before he was a roommate. This man has ALready had multiple near death experiences. They, of course, never get easier. Last night there was a hit and run while he was biking home. Three surgeries later, has not woken up yet. I am so scared that my friend is suffering. I am so scared that my friend might die. He needs to pull through. Please, pull through. Two.
I hope that people see things in threes because the number feels nice, not that things really happen in threes. I don’t want another tragedy today. I don’t want another tragedy tomorrow. No one wakes up thinking, “Oh yes, today would be a great day for death and pain.”
Day 12 ain’t nothing nice. Coping with the ups and downs of life without smoking and drinking is absolutely miserable. Salsa class is fun. Running is great. Baths with bae are amazing. Gardening is glorious. Chats with friends are cathartic. D’s Exquisite is decadent. Clonopin is…whew thanks doc! I don’t hold onto shit, but shit sure does hold onto me. The body doesn’t let go of the pain until it’s ready, and it’s not ready yet. Let go of the shore and be in the river. Even when the river is sad as fuck, full of burning hot lava, sharks with lasers on their heads, and…coronavirus. Please hommie, don’t die today. We don’t need three.
ALways ONE never ALONE 
My love, you will find your way to shore again. This I know for certain. Bad things come in ones, threes, and umpteens. But as they come, they will go. This I know for certain. I feel so blessed to be in the circle of love and support that surrounds you now and ALways.
On Sat, Oct 9, 2021 at 20:45 ALways ONE never ALONE wrote:
> xandraj0hns0 posted: ” Do bad things come in threes? Or are humans drawn > to recognize things in series of threes. Like the rule of three in writing. > A nice little rule which states that when making lists in stories, comedy, > etc. one would do well to list details in threes. I” >
LikeLiked by 1 person