It was so good to see Robert this morning. It’s always a great time to get together to share breakfast to share conversation to share our lives. Robert is one of the Tulsa triumvirate. One of three friends I met in the seventies during my first Tulsa pilgamage, and maintain a relationship with today. Robert, Brad, and Nancy. Three friends that were in high school when I met them in the late 70s and now are just flat-out good good friends
Robert’s the one from out of town. So we don’t get to share face-to-face that often but I’m always blessed when we do. Conversations about what we’re doing, what we’ve done, and what we might do. He’s always busy when he returns to Tulsa so our time together is precious and compacted and usually over coffee at a Starbucks but this morning it was at his hotel over the morning breakfast bar.
Robert and I are frequent conversants on Facebook and occasional conversations are made by the phone. Whatever time it is, it is treasure when we get together and get to spend time face-to-face. Even when we occasionally annoy one another, our time is treasured. And so it was this morning at the Hampton Inn South in Tulsa Oklahoma. 90 minutes of one-on-one time. And our first visit since I lost my beloved dog Tank Fulton. Robert has lost his longtime companion dog Bob named for Bob Newhart several years back. So he was familiar with the loss of a close fur friend Bob, been his dog since he was a Schoolboy.
We talked about my loss and I shared with him that I now understood what it meant when a person has and irreplaceable dog. I was happy to have my other dogs but it’s true you can’t replace a dog that has been 13 year companion.
On a lighter side we talked about creative projects He was involved in. Robert is an actor and has appeared in many movies you have seen and I have seen along with many national commercials. A successful character actor, a writer, a confidante and so much more.
Coincidentally on this Sunday morning in the hotel breakfast area the television was tuned to CBS Sunday Morning. There were stories on the backdrop of the wall as we chatted, really none of them caught my eye nor my attention. And then the story started about Art Garfunkel. Yes the Art Garfunkel of Simon & Garfunkel Fame. The Art Garfunkel of my favorite pop Folk rock Duo the 60s and 70s..
The television was on low-volume so it really didn’t interrupt our conversation but I must admit it provided a distraction for that moment that I just didn’t see coming. A cutaway to Simon & Garfunkel performing one of my favorite songs “Old Friends”..
This was our song. Not Robert’s and my song. But this was the song of my dog journey with Tank Fulton. It became our song one foggy morning at a dog park in Georgetown, Texas…. 2010.
Shared on this blog in 2013.
Old friends sat on a park bench like bookends… Can you imagine us years from today, sharing a park bench quietly…..
And just like that the grief Came Upon me. It was at that moment I knew. No matter what else happened in my life. No matter how many other dogs I spend my life with and loving, Tank could never be replaced.
I would never look into his eyes. I would never smell him again. I would never hold him again. He would never lick my face. I was overcome by the realization of never.
It was at that moment that I realized that grief is my conveyance for navigating the Never.
Through my tears I said it out loud to my friend Robert. A person who cares for me and was ready to listen. And this is what I said.
Tank is irreplaceable. Because no matter what happens in the rest of my life, the likelihood of me having a daily relationship with somebody for 13 years again is unlikely. Even if it were to start today. And Tank was my everyday guy for 13 years. Fred and Shelly have been with me for 4 years, check back in 9 years. And regardless of when the next great companion comes along… on 2 legs or 4, there will never be the connection I had with my wife who died and who was the rescuer of Tank. I will never ever get to live in that connection again. And so today and every day going forward will just be different. Not bad, not sad, not horrible, not filled with regret or tragedy. Just different. And currently there are limited ways to visit this moment in time.
Today I learned how to navigate the Never.
Grief will be a vehicle for that Journey.
At least it was today.