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The Enemy of the Good
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Earlier today, my Uncle Jim passed away. It was pretty quick; he just went to the hospital two days ago with a perforated bowel. Before you say anything, or even think it, I don't want sympathy. I know the first reaction to news like this is "Sorry", or overcompensating out of some twisted sense of duty. Save it. I don't need your grief. I have my own. And if you're asking if I'm alright, the answer is "Yes." I believe it continues: "After all, I'm not the one who died."

At least I'm grieving normally. I even cried. I realized at the very least that he was my favorite uncle, He worked for an airline, so he often took my brother and me on day trips, like to Boston and to DC where I spent the entire day in the Air and Space Museum (what nerd cares about politics?). He was always around on holidays and in summers when our extended family hit the campgrounds, and he just had that comfy uncle way about him. He was a gangly Irishman with a pipe and a baseball hat always at a jaunt. It's fitting that we bury him on St. Patrick's Day, I guess. It's probably always going to be Uncle Seamus' Day for me.

There's lots more I could say, but I've already said it to myself and that's all that really matters right now. My brother's coming home for Spring Break tomorrow, so the immediate family, including Grandma, will all be together anyway.

I would feel weird leaving you without a few lyrics, so here's some from Yes' Starship Trooper:

Speak to me of summer,
long winters longer
than time can remember
The setting up of other roads
to travel on in old accustomed ways.
I still remember
the talks by the water,
the proud sons and daughter*
that knew the knowledge of the land,
spoke to me in sweet accustomed ways.

Mother Life, hold firmly on to me.
Catch my knowledge higher than the day.
Lose as much as only you can show.
Though you've seen them, please don't say a word.
What I don't know, I have never shared.


II. Disillusionment


*my mother is the only girl among her many brothers
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