A Little Quote to Help Us get through the Hard Stuff.

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Life-altering change is often painful, and it always comes on its own time.

But sometimes life falls out of the sky and into our lap, and the change you need comes from the most unexpected sources in the darkest of times.

One year ago this weekend my father-in-law, Andrew Gilmore, died suddenly in his home in rural Pierce County, Washington. He was 67 and had recently battled diabetes.

My wife and I were preparing to split firewood with my parents when we got the Call That Changed Everything on that Saturday morning. By that Saturday afternoon, she had booked a flight home for the next day and sent a text to her boss that she would be with her family in suburban Seattle for the next week. I would join her for a return trip in December for the memorial service. Heavy emotional times.

Andy was truly a great guy. I can’t say we were extremely close, living 3,000 miles apart, but we saw him every time we visited my mother-in-law and step-father-in-law, and I liked him a lot.

Andy was big and burly, a bus mechanic for King Country Metro and a fiercely pro-union guy. Before that he worked building the Alaska Pipeline. He could come off as a bit intimidating, but once you got past that exterior shell he was a teddy bear.

His sense of humor was wicked, and often born of exasperation.

My mother-in-law, Mary, has a penchant for malapropism (we’ve often threatened to publish a book of her greatest hits called the Mary-onary): once she was tearing the kitchen apart looking for her “spoodle” (spoon + ladle), and once she kept asking Andy if he bought “flowerkraut” at the store. After a few moments of bellowing “What in the hell are you talking about!?” (maybe not quite in those words), Andy figured out that she was asking about cauliflower.

The best came when a piece of metal has hanging off our first beater car. My wife called Andy and described the symptoms. After a few minutes of go-nowhere explanations and more and more questions, Andy lost it and yelled, “Well, Jesus Christ Andrea, hold the phone up to the car so I can figure out what you’re talking about!”

We ended up taking the car into the garage.

Andy’s death came out of nowhere, punching us in the gut with unwanted finality. But in the aftermath, sorting through his affairs, we got a clear picture of a wonderful man with a tremendous heart. Big burly mountain man, union laborer, guy who listened to ‘Zep and ‘Floyd and raced a ’63 Chevelle and rode a Honda: not much there, right? Wrong. We knew it was there, but the depth of his intellectual curiosity was truly revealed after his death.

As a result, I unexpectedly received words of wisdom to change my life.

Andrea and I flew out to Seattle for the wake in mid-December. For the service, we set up a display with a collection of Andy’s mementos: photos, old report cards, union patches, model cars and cans of Gilmore Oil, a card signed by co-workers for his retirement a mere seven months earlier.

He collected many newspaper clippings over the years, and I remember seeing them around his house. Inspirational and humorous quotes, political cartoons, POGO strips, lots of Pot-Shots by Ashleigh Brilliant. I remember standing around the table before the wake, perusing all the clips, when my eye landed on a clip that would resonate the rest of my life.

Guy with an easel leaning against a ladder, with the caption:

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As I’ve written before, life falls out of the sky and into our lap.

On that day in December 2013, as I read that quote at such a horrible time, I was going through spiritual trauma far deeper than merely losing my father-in-law.

Around that time, I was searching for help in quieting my demons. I had just discovered that I carry the HSP (Highly Sensitive Person) trait, and I had also just discovered Mindfulness and Buddhist thought. I was at the beginning of my practice of these concepts, and everything was clicking, but not fully connecting yet.

Seeing that amazing quote, which was important enough to my father-in-law to save and hang on his wall, stuck, because I could plug it into my own life.

I had always had a self-check streak. I had always had the ability to accept things I didn’t like in myself and start to work on changing these things. I had always tried to make subtle changes, hoping for grand payoff later on.

I had always worked on changing the little pictures, and as a result, I could see how far I had come. Big picture.

And here was tangible confirmation that my efforts could pay off and had paid off.

I have carried that lesson which my father-in-law passed on to me every day since, and it has served as confirmation of my efforts and inspiration to continue. In a moment where the small picture of loss was all-encompassing, I received a reminder of the importance of the big picture.

And I’m working on it.



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Author: Brian Westbye

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Bharath Oct 18, 2015 5:57am

Thank you for sharing the quote.

laurie Aug 3, 2015 5:58am

I love “A little quote to get us through the Hard Stuff” ~ and I appreciate you passing on that quote.
I have finally in my 50’s realized there are more HSP & empaths out there. I always have been told I am “too sensitive” or “highly sensitive” etc. I feel deeply and it can take you for a ride. Thank you for your writing, your sharing of the heart. Healing. Inspiring.

DeeDee Jun 19, 2015 8:13pm

The older I get, the more I find everyone is a teacher, if I but take the time to see and listen. When my heart is open in compassion, I see tears hiding behind anger, fear behind someone trying to control, teardrops glistening in the corner of an eye. Today I smiled in empathy as someone ranted in anger for 20 minutes. For once, this did not drain me, as I reflected on how much pain this soul must be carrying to show so much rage to someone they had just met. If for only a few moments, I hope I left him feeling someone cared enough to listen. Little moments and little pictures. When we are giving of ourselves, I find it is just in those little moments.

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Brian Westbye

Brian Westbye is a freelance writer with a passion for a great story. When not at the day job, he is feverishly working on writing his way out of the day job, penning fiction, memoir and poetry at his blog; op-ed at salon.com and commercial copywriting. He can found on Facebook and Twitter. He is currently working on his first book, a memoir ode to the Great American Road Trip and the Great American Midlife Crisis. World Domination will follow.