Several years ago, I lived in southern Oklahoma. This was before April and the girls, and I was at a crossroad in my life, of sorts. I had a good job, and I started working with this new guy named Mark. He didn’t like me. He never came right out and said “I don’t like you”, but I knew it. He didn’t really want me there and I was arrogant, I’m sure, and probably didn’t do myself any favors. But after a year or so, he began to realize that I wasn’t quite as bad as he had made me out to be. We became friends. Great friends, in fact.
He was older than I was, but he was single so we spent a lot of nights together at the local watering holes. We found that we had two great loves in common. Beer and guitars. He’s a great musician and we spent countless nights playing guitars and drinking beer and just hanging out at Budro’s, Two Frogs, El Chico, and Gushers Lounge. It was a great time, and he helped me through a pretty tough time without me even really knowing it. There was always one thing that you’d find out about Mark within just a few minutes of meeting him. He was a dad. He had two kids that he was more proud of than you could even imagine. Ty and Katie. Ty was oldest. He was married and had a little boy. Katie was his baby girl. She was just getting through college, and she was beautiful. He was so proud of them that it seeped out of his pores when he talked about them.
Mark was, and is, an amazing father. He made being a dad seem pretty cool. His kids adored him, and he would do absolutely ANYTHING for them. He was one of the people in my life that always argued with me when I said that I’d never have kids. He told me that I’d never really know what true happiness was until I had kids of my own. I just rolled my eyes and ignored him for the most part.
Lo and behold, he was right. I found my partner in April, and I’ve got 3 kids that I could not be more proud of. Sometimes, I randomly get a text from Mark that tells me how proud he is of whom I have become, and it makes me feel proud. Mark also found his partner in a gal from Iowa named Toby, and they got married. It makes me happy to see him so happy.
Unfortunately, life likes to rear its head occasionally to let you know that it is still in charge. The unthinkable happened for Mark and his family last week. His son Ty was on his way home from work when he had an aneurysm. A good Samaritan found him in his car unconscious. He was air lifted to the hospital. It’s been a long week+ for Mark and his family. The worst time of their lives. Ty is still unconscious, sedated by design to get his cranial pressure down. They have cooled his body down, then warmed him back up multiple times now to try and get the cranial pressure under control before they can try to bring him out of sedation. It’s been a long road, and it won’t get any shorter any time soon. He’s got a long way to go.
It’s hard to watch your friends and the people you love go through things like this. As you can imagine, this has been a week of hell for the family. But its always nice to see people gather around those that are hurting and hold them up. Even though this is tragic, I know that all of the support the family has gotten from friends and family, and even strangers, has been so helpful for Ty’s family. And that’s all I am asking for today. It’s Goodwill Wednesday, and I am asking that you will take a moment to let the Osteen family know that you are rooting for them, thinking about them, and praying for them. His wife and son, his dad, his whole family. They are good people. Great people. We need more like them.
Get well soon, Ty. We are thinking and praying for you everyday.