You Watch Them Come And Go
"Are you some sort of heartless bastard?"
"No. I mean why would you say that?"
"Golf? Really?"
"What am I supposed to do?"
"I don't know, but you're sister just died for god's sake. And you go golfing?"
"And what would you have me do?"
"I don't know? Mourn maybe?"
"Who said I wasn't mourning?"
"That is some sort of weird mourning, on the golf course."
"Listen, my sister's dying is sad beyond words for sure. She has two daughters and I'm sure her husband still has some cognitive abilities, and their loss is I am sure great."
"I'll say."
"But as far as I'm concerned, I'm fine."
"You're fine? Really?"
"Yes, I'm fine. I didn't die."
"That's cold."
"Is it? Really?"
"Of course it is."
"By what standards? By the standards that we are told to ascribe? You see this isn't about me. Yes I lost a sister, it means little that we weren't close, fact is I haven't spoke to her in years, but she was my sister and I would be lying if I said that I didn't have a familial love for her, of course I did. But you see this world does not center on me. I know this might be a stretch to expect you to see my reasoning in this but still let me do my best to explain."
"Please do."
"It's like this. For me to pretend that this is the end of the earth, to make the death of my sister about me then I would in fact be placing myself in a position of power. You would think by that kind of reaction that I would think that I had some control over the situation, that I could know whether the time was right for her pass, to in essence, play God. I am not God. I have shed tears and my thoughts and prayers are consumed with my sister but it isn't about me. I am but a man whose sister passed and that is all."
"Kinda harsh maybe?"
"I disagree. Everyone has a dear one pass, and there is inherent sadness in this but I remain resolute in the spiritual notion that I assert no control over these things and that I need embrace the circle of life for good or bad."
"I think I get it. If I deny the fact of death then I might also not place birth is its proper perspective."
"Either it is all beautiful or none of it is."
"I can see your point. Whether I agree or not I'm still not sure."
"That's fair."
"Damn sorry bout your sister."
"It's a bummer no doubt."
"No. I mean why would you say that?"
"Golf? Really?"
"What am I supposed to do?"
"I don't know, but you're sister just died for god's sake. And you go golfing?"
"And what would you have me do?"
"I don't know? Mourn maybe?"
"Who said I wasn't mourning?"
"That is some sort of weird mourning, on the golf course."
"Listen, my sister's dying is sad beyond words for sure. She has two daughters and I'm sure her husband still has some cognitive abilities, and their loss is I am sure great."
"I'll say."
"But as far as I'm concerned, I'm fine."
"You're fine? Really?"
"Yes, I'm fine. I didn't die."
"That's cold."
"Is it? Really?"
"Of course it is."
"By what standards? By the standards that we are told to ascribe? You see this isn't about me. Yes I lost a sister, it means little that we weren't close, fact is I haven't spoke to her in years, but she was my sister and I would be lying if I said that I didn't have a familial love for her, of course I did. But you see this world does not center on me. I know this might be a stretch to expect you to see my reasoning in this but still let me do my best to explain."
"Please do."
"It's like this. For me to pretend that this is the end of the earth, to make the death of my sister about me then I would in fact be placing myself in a position of power. You would think by that kind of reaction that I would think that I had some control over the situation, that I could know whether the time was right for her pass, to in essence, play God. I am not God. I have shed tears and my thoughts and prayers are consumed with my sister but it isn't about me. I am but a man whose sister passed and that is all."
"Kinda harsh maybe?"
"I disagree. Everyone has a dear one pass, and there is inherent sadness in this but I remain resolute in the spiritual notion that I assert no control over these things and that I need embrace the circle of life for good or bad."
"I think I get it. If I deny the fact of death then I might also not place birth is its proper perspective."
"Either it is all beautiful or none of it is."
"I can see your point. Whether I agree or not I'm still not sure."
"That's fair."
"Damn sorry bout your sister."
"It's a bummer no doubt."
posted by sufferwords at 1:02 PM
4 Comments:
I think that if the love that she posesssed was lost
with her
then that would be a tragedy.
But, if we remember that love then
that would be humanity
x
Like sands through the hourglass, these are the words of our suffering...
Just in case February passes without literary fixin's... may I wish the the staff, board and management of MBEY a happy anniversary and thank them most sincerely for their tireless efforts in co-ordinating such a venture.
Can we wrap this shin-dig up quick please? I have a special present for Erich when everyone leaves... I have fine cigars for Mr President...
:-)
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