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12/9/2004 - Scott's Father
Tonight was supposed to have been a night of celebration. As it was Scott's 40th birthday he had scheduled a dinner for us at the Inn at Little Washington -- the only 5 star restaurant in the DC area.
Sadly however, his father passed away this morning and I feel so bad for him. This is the same guy who had to put his dog down on Thanksgiving. He's such a decent person and the world just isn't giving him a break these days.
I hate seeing someone close to me suffer and not being able to do a damn thing about it. I find such moments terribly awkward. I remember my mother crying in my arms when she lost her mother, Lea when she lost her cat, Will when he lost his grandfather, and a few others. There rises in me a terrible urgency to do something. To say something. To speak with some profound wisdom to give the moment a kinder perspective.
Yet I so rarely can.
Like tonight.
