How many rings will you reach in your lifetime?

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My boss was out this morning which was nice for me as I could leave later and take a longer walk. The sun was already high in the sky when I left the house, so that was a big plus as well.  We had scattered flurries last night and most of those flakes had settled into the cracks and crevices of the sidewalks, making it look as if Mother Nature got out her big sifter and let the icing sugar gently cover the cement.  It was otherwise clear and dry, with no slipping and sliding at all, so I headed over to Emmons Boulevard.

It was quiet in the neighborhood as the early-morning scramble to take the kids to school and get thyself out of the house timely had already passed. The neighborhoods and streets were deserted but for the occasional squirrel bounding across the lawns or the soft twittering of birds clustered together in the bare trees.

It was peaceful.

The sun kept dipping in and out of the clouds, and those clouds were dark and brooding. Suddenly a flock of geese appeared overhead – just five of them – doing what geese do best, honking the entire time they were overhead .  Soon they were gone and the silence was restored.

I got to the footbridge and looked in. The middle of the Ecorse Creek is still frozen over and covered with that same light dusting of snow, while on the fringes of the Creek, the ice has melted and water is lapping on the low banks.  That rain we had yesterday probably did a number on the ice.  I crossed the bridge, stayed at a good pace and wended my way toward the River.

I kept hearing the drone of a small plane flying overhead. Ever the pessimist, I looked up to the sky, hoping that it was not a plane in peril as it sounded close by, and boy was it flying low.  It kept disappearing into the darker portions of the sky.  Only when it went into a sunny area did I notice that it was pulling a banner.  I didn’t notice the banner the first time as it was clear with black lettering on it.  I stopped in my tracks to read the message.  It said “Rest in Peace Eric E&J” and then it glided out of my sight once again.

Ahhh, I knew what that message was about. In yesterday’s online version of the local newspaper, they told the sad tale of a local businessman who lost his life Friday in a snowmobile accident in Paradise, Michigan in the U.P.  He took a bad turn on the path and crashed into a patch of stumps and trees.  The article got my attention right away because I knew this young man.   He owned a tree-cutting business here in Lincoln Park and his company did work for the City.

On November 24, 2014 a terrible windstorm rolled through our City, and my neighbor Marge’s two plum trees incurred significant damage, splitting down the middle. Eric and his crew came the following day to remove the trees.  I heard a rumble of large machinery and went to the front door to investigate.  Within minutes, Eric and his crew got the machines revved up, had those two trees down, chomped up by a grinding machine and into a large mulch pile.  I was fascinated how quickly they finished the job, in fact, I even wrote about E&J in that day’s blog post. A day or two later I was returning from walking and the crew was there again, this time cleaning up the mulch and spreading fresh dirt.  I went over and said I could not believe how quickly they disposed of those two tall pear trees.  I got big grins for that statement.

But, more significantly, Eric was a hero to my friend Ann Marie last Spring, after her 4 ½-month-old African Grey parrot escaped from their new apartment. He was tethered to a leash but flew away with the leash attached to the harness and got carried into the raging wind.  He made a beeline for a fifty-foot tree in a neighbor’s yard in Allen Park, across the street from their apartment in Southgate.  Ann Marie and her husband searched for Digger; they walked around the grounds, and finally saw the harness in a tree, but it was nightfall, and much too late to call a tree trimmer to rescue him.  They were heartsick, as they believed they lost their beloved pet forever, not to mention that he would be spending the night in the pouring rain with temps dipping down to 36 degrees.

Saturday morning at 6:45 a.m. she called E&J and spoke to Eric Parrish who said he had an emergency job and promised he would be over as soon as he could.  Finally, that big E&J truck rolled up and pulled into a nearby driveway.  Up, up, up toward the sky this skilled tree trimmer went to retrieve one petite parrot as Ann Marie, and her husband, Steven, gazed up into the tree, two very anxious pet parents waiting on the news of their “baby”, because, to find this bird and have him healthy would be a minor miracle.  Success!  Eric grabbed Digger, gave a thumbs up and started his journey down to the ground, his little feathered friend in tow.  The ordeal over, it was all smiles and a scolding afterward to the naughty and mischievous Digger.

I thought about this interaction, and how Ann Marie proclaimed Eric her “hero”, while I watched the plane circle ‘round and ‘round overhead, all the while the sad message trailing in the breeze.

Finally I headed toward home and decided to walk along Fort Street to extend my walk a little longer. I purposely strolled through Memorial Park which is directly across the street from Solosy Funeral Home where the plane continued buzzing by and family and friends gathered out front to comfort one another prior to Eric’s 11:00 a.m. funeral.  Just as I suspected, heads were swiveling, just like mine, as they watched the little plane on its relentless journey.  The pilot would buzz close by … more heads swiveled upward … then more hugs.  Several E&J trucks were parked in front of the funeral home; there was a pickup truck whose bed was brimming over with huge chunks of cut wood and the other truck pulled tree cutting gear behind it.  Up and down the street, and in every available space for many blocks, cars and trucks filled the lots and people were walking up the street, enroute to the funeral home.

Perhaps they, like me, were remembering a vibrant young man, snatched away much too soon in a tragic accident.

Or, maybe they, like me, saw the irony of a man whose livelihood was felling trees, only to be quietly felled by one himself.

Eric Parish died doing something he enjoyed, and, if we learn nothing else from the tragedy, we should learn the value of living each day to the fullest, doing the things you love to do and surrounded by those who make you happy.

In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years. ~Abraham Lincoln

Back when you were just a little nipper you learned how little acorns grew up to be big oak trees. Those tall trees earn a ring in their woody trunks for every year they exist on earth.  Their trunks often become gnarled or misshapen as they weather the years, but they continue growing, undaunted by time as they continue to reach for the sky.

Eric Parrish reached 43 rings – how many rings will you reach in your lifetime?

 

[Image by photographer Patrick Fore at Unsplash]

About lindasschaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, and this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for over three decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, although I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too.
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10 Responses to How many rings will you reach in your lifetime?

  1. Marge Aubin says:

    Linda I don’t cry easily. This made me weep. I met him very briefly. Everyone had something nice to say about this young man. He earned a lot of stars in heaven while he was on earth.

    • lindasschaub says:

      I felt badly too Marge … more so for you and me as we met him personally. I know my friend Ann Marie has not read this post and felt terrible after reading the newspaper story that I sent her. Life is short and could be over in the blink of an eye … enjoy every single day.

  2. marianne Letasi says:

    i too felt for this young man.. your words were a beautiful tribute to him. You have a warmth about your writing that is moving.

    • lindasschaub says:

      Thank you for saying that Marianne. I was really moved to write this post after watching that plane on its sad journey and seeing the crowd at the funeral home. We tend to think we are invincible sometimes and sadly we are not. It makes you take stock about what is important in your life and your mortality doesn’t it?

  3. CRAIGER ....& FAMILY says:

    I NEVER REALIZED HOW MANY PEOPLE & 💖,s ERIC REALLY TOUCHED! HE WAS A TRUE “GOD SEND” 4 ME ! & MANY OTHERS! HE HELPED ME THREW THE TOUGHEST TIME OF MY LIFE & ADDED SOME RINGS ON MINE ! I COULD NEVER THANK HIM ENOUGH & WILL NEVER EVER FORGET HIM ! I CAN’T ANYWAYS…..BECAUSE I’AM HALF DEAF FROM RUNNING HIS CHIPPER 😎 ! HE WOULD ALWAYS STOP BY TO SEE HOW MY FAMILY WAS DOING…& WE WOULD EXCHANGE A FEW GREAT LAUGHS ! YOU WILL BE TRULY MISSED BY THOUSANDS !!!! MY PRAYERS & 💗 ARE WITH THE PARRISH FAMILY !! RIP MY BROTHER

    • lindasschaub says:

      Craig – I read the big story in the “News Herald” and it is so apparent that Eric had a lot of friends and he was full of thoughtful gestures that made him so special. That is what people will remember most about him now that he is gone. The many kindnesses Eric did for people, and didn’t want recognition for them, is the mark of a good man in my opinion. Seeing how so many people recognize and come forward about all these nice qualities will make his family proud and help them get through this tough period of time. His family are very lucky to have the support of people like you to keep them strong…. Linda

  4. CRAIG CONNERS says:

    DEAR LINDA….ANN MARIE & MARGE A. I’AM SURE ERIC WOULD REMEMBER EACH ONE OF YOU GALS !!! YES LINDA SCHAUB HAS A TRUE “GIFT” TALENT IN WRITING ! YOUR SO RIGHT MARIANNE L. ! HER WORDS HELPED ME ALOT ! ” HOW MANY RINGS WILL YOU REACH IN YOUR LIFETIME ” AND JUST EVERY SINGLE THING SHE SAID ! 😀 CRAIG

    • lindasschaub says:

      Thank you for your kind words Craig – I hope that Eric’s family and friends are healing a little more every day. It is very difficult to lose a loved one, especially when it is unexpected … you always wish that you could have said goodbye properly. – Linda

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