On Dan Patrick: The Farewell Tour:
rrgirl writes:
conventional wisdom says the way out of grief is through it, so lead on.
I caught up on two days of the Big Show this evening, and it began to sink in how much I’ll miss the guys. please indulge my self-pity for enjoying them as much as I have – serves me right for getting too cozy.I need a vision of the future, even if I have to make it up. they’re just too damned good together to let it blow away again without some trick up a french cuff or peeking out of the brim of a cap.
ever hear of the wing-walkers’ law? never let go with one hand until you have a firm grip with the other hand. DP wouldn’t really be out there doing back-flips in space, would he?
And Karl adds:
Away for some vacation I come back and disaster has occured. What are we supposed to do for lunch now? I can’t believe DP doesn’t have something in the works;maybe he can’t reveal it right now. Thought his contract expried in 2008. I could go for a sports segment on COuntdown, but that still doesn’t fix my lunchtime problem.
- Shock stage: Initial paralysis at hearing the bad news.
- Denial stage: Trying to avoid the inevitable.
- Anger stage: Frustrated outpouring of bottled-up emotion.
- Bargaining stage: Seeking in vain for a way out.
- Depression stage: Final realization of the inevitable.
- Testing stage: Seeking realistic solutions.
- Acceptance stage: Finally finding the way forward.
Me, I’m in the Shock and Denial stages right now.
It would be nice if we had an inkling as to what was in store for DP. But look at it this way: We have the pleasure of waiting and wondering to see What Happens Next. In this era of immediate gratification it’s rather novel to have to wait. It’s like waiting to get a letter — a real letter, not an email — from someone you really like.
This is a countdown where we don’t know what we’re counting down to and we also don’t know when the countdown will end. It’s the space-time continuum turned inside-out and upside-down.
Isn’t the wing walkers’ law “Don’t look down”?
Is there a stage of grief called “misery loves company”? I am glad to be reading how bothered other people are because I was beginning to doubt my sanity in being so unnerved by the end of a radio show.
I think one of the strange results of listening to a show like the DP Show is that you begin to feel you know the person. He talks about his family, his schooling, his kidney stones, and so on. And even though it is likely he makes up about half the stories (or at least exagerates them) you find myself feeling a bit like a good friend you talked to every day has decided not to call you anymore.
Of course maybe this whole radio show ending shock thing is not a stage of grief but a stage of addiction? I may have gotten myself hooked on daytime sports radio. A scary thought.
Comment by Hawaii — 12 July 2007, Thursday @ 22:42:27 |
Hawaii puts it perfectly. We feel like we know his family, his children. The ending of the show feels like we have a friend who’s moving away and we’re not sure if we’ll hear from him again.
Comment by Barb — 13 July 2007, Friday @ 14:17:31 |