The Beginning of the Story of the End


13 years ago today, I think I knew before I knew.

It was the strangest feeling.

It still is.


I took a 20-mile detour on the way home from Lansing this past weekend.

Accidentally, really. Not even on auto-pilot, since it’d been so long since I went that way.

Just a missed turn while I was thinking about the rain and Frosty Boy and my Brookside destination.

Odd to travel that same path so close to the same days. The thing is, the story goes on.

And, again, a warning.

It’s only the beginning of the story of the end.

The reality that followed wasn’t pleasant. It was shocking, bizarre, surreal and sadly, in a glass-half-empty way, expected.

February’d found us listening to a rundown how things might go. How Jeff’s disease and complications would likely progress.

The order was correct: first, he’d be alive, and then, he wouldn’t be.

The timing, though, was fundamentally far-off, greatly misjudged, significantly skewed.

Even when you know what to expect, it’s still unexpected. Quite unbelievable, and unbelievingly challenging for the mind to process.

It’s the sort of thing the heart is much quicker to recognize.

In the same way that Sadie was waiting for me to figure it out, my certain heart was forced to wait for my uncertain mind to follow.

I picked up the phone and dialed 911.

Quote for the week: 2019 10 01 the heart will speak truthfully jakorte


4 comments on “The Beginning of the Story of the End

  1. Ann Schacht says:

    So sorry, Jodi. Your story is bittersweet. Thank goodness you had Jeff in your life. ❤️


  2. Ann Schacht says:

    So sorry, Jodi. Your story is bittersweet. Thank goodness you had Jeff in your life. ❤️


  3. Mary Ann Best says:

    As I sit here and read your story, I have tears streaming down my cheeks. Lack of sleep sometimes makes us act in uncharacteristic ways, and not always in ways that make us proud. I am so sorry for your loss.

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    • knabbler says:

      Thank you, Mary Ann. Sometimes, a good cry is cathartic. But what’s really great is when you get to connect with old friends and learn how much love they still have in their hearts. Yours is huge – thank you for being you.


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