Monday, October 4, 2010

The Last Hoorah

Have you ever thought of what your last words would be to someone, someone who has made an impact on your life, someone special? Well this can relate to people who may be dying, or letting go of a significant other and ending a relationship. Both are different, both are difficult. I'm in both right now.
Even though it was not my relationship, I am still the advice-giver and somehow have a part in the situation. It's always hard to end things because you don't want to feel alone. It really is hard to end it, but most of the time it's for the best. If it's "all about how people treat others," then that includes how they treat you (the other person in the relationship)! I hate seeing my friends hurt and unhappy, so I fear for the future significant others who treat them poorly. Sometimes I just think it would be common sense, but that's an outsider's perspective because I really don't have any emotional attachment to the actual relationship.. just what I see and hear.

While dealing with the relationship drama, I received a phone call. I had about a couple of minutes to think about what my last words would be to the someone who impacted my life, my mother's life, and my grandparents's, along with the rest of my family. Hiboo is her name, and she plays her own game. She's the kind of person who does what she wants, her opinions are widely known, and she'll talk your ear off in a heartbeat. She's kind of a celebrity. Nelly, Cher, Oprah, Beyonce, Hiboo. A Lockhart native, small town woman, she has lived quite an intriguing life. And she is family; we may not be blood, but we're still kin. That's how it works here in the South, and Lockhart, South Carolina is the epitome of the way the South works. I went this past summer with some family for a visit, and once we got there the whole town knew we were back. A slightly abandoned mill town, Hiboo ran the place. She's been on the radio and everybody knows her. There are so many stories that won't be forgotten. But back to the point. In the minute that you have to speak to a not-so-responsive woman laying in a hospital bed, what do you say?
I've seen too many people around me dying, specifically lately, and I don't think I can take much more. She's the last member of the Lockhart gang that I've grown going to visit. They helped raise my mom and aunt when they lived there, and they've all been part of our family since before then. We've spent Christmases there and always make stops along the way up to Greenville, etc.
I just hate every moment of thinking that that was the last time I'll ever talk to Hiboo. At least I made her laugh.
God Bless her!