This is not the post I had planned for you to read today. I had a nice, light, and funny post planned. When I can, I try to be a few days ahead in my writing so that if any particular day goes south on me, I have a few posts in reserve. Sometimes, however, things happen and I feel an overwhelming need to get something out to you now. Such is the case tonight, as I type frantically, trying to put my emotions into thoughts. Wanting to finish this by midnight so I can publish it in time for my more distant readers. Wanting you, The Internet, to give me feedback on an odd development in my life.
I had just finished the post I expected you to be reading. I really cracked myself up writing it, because even if no one else does, I always find myself amusing. Yes, I sit here chuckling to myself sometimes as I write. To be honest, sometimes I make myself laugh just with the thoughts I have. In another era, I probably would have been locked up in a mental facility for finding myself so amusing.
In any case, perhaps this is not destined to be my most amusing week. This will not be my only non-comedic post this week. I hope you’ll bear with me through what is bound to be a bit of an emotional week.
I was about to turn off my laptop for the night when I clicked over to my private non-blogging email and saw a new message. A new message from someone I once knew when I was a very young girl. His name is Mark, and Mark is my cousin.
I do not come from a close, warm and fuzzy family. That in itself, is a long story and not for today. When I was very young, we did see our relatives at holidays quite frequently. I knew Mark when I was a little girl. Mark is many years older than me. I don’t even know how many years older. By the time I was maybe 5 or 6, Mark had left for college. In the years prior to that, of course, he never wanted much to do with me or me with him. We were at the same family events, but never really knew each other because of the age and gender difference.
What I know about Mark is the following. Mark is a “genius”. A real one. Mark went off to college at the height of the LSD/drug hippie era and never came back. Not for forty years or so anyway. Apparently he’s back now. Mark got caught up in a famous cult/church type of organization during those years, and rose to be a VIP for them. He married and had children. He, for many years, lived abroad and had no contact with anyone in his family including his parents and sister. I heard just a few years ago that he had finally disassociated himself from the cult/church/organization.
My family, being disjointed as it is, only recently informed me that Mark has been back in contact with his immediate family and in fact, has been back in the U.S.A. for the last “couple years”. Really? I never see anyone from that side of the family. Not because of any family blow-up or fallout, but simply because we have never been close. I registered news of Mark’s return with surprise, but then set it aside. I don’t know him. At all.
Now, tonight there is an email from Mark saying, “I know I am probably the last person you would expect to hear from ….”
Yes, Mark, you are the last person I would expect to hear from. No one from his side of the family even knows my email address so I have to assume he went to quite some trouble to get it. He wrote that he has also contacted my sister and brother, both who live in other states.
Mark lives in LA. Mark works for a prominent company I am familiar with. I don’t know Mark. I don’t know Mark at all. Mark’s work brings him to Orange County sometimes, and he is hoping … maybe, would I consider meeting him?