Today I stopped by The Cheesecake Factory to see one of my old managers. Unfortunately he wasn’t there, but we did get a chance to meet our server. Her name is Crystal and she is from Nashville. She is in between her undergraduate degree and going to med school. When I asked her why Los Angeles, she replied, “because I wanted to move somewhere with lots of different people and I wasn’t going to a cold climate”
We then got onto talking about the people of L. A. Coming from somewhere in the middle of the country, that happens to be a bit smaller than Los Angeles, one of the first things you notice is how the people act. Some will use the word rude, but I prefer to say they like to stay in their space. Some do come off rude and it is completely different for each person. For Crystal, she mostly noticed it waiting tables.
I then asked her if she had met quality people yet. Keeping in mind she hasn’t been out here too long, she said that she had met a lot of great people, but hasn’t really found that core group. For me personally, it sometimes happens quickly, and sometimes it doesn’t happen at all.
She mentioned that she had lost her father not to recently and that is really how she noticed that point. She went home for a while and was with her support system and is now back here, working through it. Dina was with me and she could empathize because she too has gone through that loss. I can’t comprehend going through that, even though it is life and we all eventually pass.
When I think of parents passing, I think of that episode of Grey’s Anatomy. I don’t purposely mean to throw pop culture into this conversation, but sometimes it is relevent. The episode that I’m thinking of is the one where George’s father passes away and the only one that can really say anything meaningful to him is Christina. She names it the “Dead Dads Club” and it sucks, and you never want to be in it, but when you’re in it, you’re in it. You can only be in it, and you have to just cope.
This post is dedicated to everyone who has lost a parent, and what it means to be in those particular clubs. May we all meet our loved ones again some day and hope that they are at peace.