Wednesday, November 18, 2020

Three Pages

June 2, 2015

Somehow you left three pages, yellow with blue writing. It was the only thing that you intentionally left as your legacy. Short and concise, a sparse but complete statement of your existence. It saddened you, not being able to control your future, but it did not blind you. It was hard for you to write those pages, there was a final admission in the act, a surrender that you had worked hard to push off as long as you could. The reality of what that letter would represent, it would represent, stand in place of your existence.

Investment of time, thousands of hours, time spent and never expected to return. The debt of your future is left for us to pay. That future is lost to you, never realized, never experienced. Now the remains of your body reside in a box.

I feel lost, but maybe I was always lost. We seemed to be found when we were with each other. Our perfection was knowing we were perfect for each other, all faults included. The ease with which we accepted and enjoyed one another. At first, I thought I was losing you, and I was blind to the future, it was abstract. Then, when I lost you, I could only focus on all that I jealously held precious, our coupling, and our clan. After a while, I started to appreciate the part of me that you helped make, realizing that, in a way, you were still in that part of me, transferred through osmosis. Further through that year, I started to realize that you were in part of everyone. The sweet gentleness and compassion that I saw so easily in you exists in the world.

There are a few new friends that I've made, they tend to be gentle and giving like you. I wonder if I will spend my life searching for you in others. Again, I'm so glad I found you so early, and that we had decades together. Things weren't always easy, but I always felt accepted by you.

The end was tough, knowing you were going, not knowing how to say goodbye. I've been saying goodbye every day since you left. Over time, I've found different ways of understanding your passing. At first, I was horrified by everything that reminded me of you, thinking "why did she leave this?" or "what am I going to do with this?". That changed into more of a feeling like everything was a tribute or memorial of you that should not be disturbed. As each thing that you once used needed to be replaced, toothpaste, hair brush, groceries you had bought... I felt you disappearing. Around the nine month mark, I started to feel more free when I'd get rid of something of yours, like a weight was being lifted. It didn't feel like these were your things any more. The clothes passed on seemed to belong to their new owners. It wasn't you being erased, it was impermanence being recognized, and life moving on.

It's so hard to know my mind, it is a mystery to me in so many ways. You had protected and bolstered me in enumerable ways, I never truly had to face myself. I knew the aspects of myself I wanted to know, and avoided the other aspects. That was a luxury that worked for a while, and then became a bit twisted up when you became stricken down.  I suspended myself in some ways, not examining important things, indulging myself in distractions, playing the part of the devoted husband and father. My instinct was to help at all cost, and to help my family have the best life possible. I gave up years in the pursuit of fulfilling this role. I feel happy to have made every sacrifice, especially in the face of your sacrifice. And, now, I am still fulfilling a role, but I'm doing it in a more authentic way. We grew up together, learned to be adults together. We also learned how to fulfill our roles as adults relative to each other as mutual coaches and peers. I am still operating relative to you, anticipating what you would give me as council. This is diminishing over time, I'm starting to hear my own voice inside me.

I know what to do, I know how to do it, but I'm missing some piece that is required to make it happen. There is something that I can't find, that would




Monday, April 27, 2015

The End

"Oh yeah, all right
Are you gonna be in my dreams tonight?
Love you, love you
Love you, love you
Love you, love you
Love you, love you
Love you, love you
Love you, love you
Love you, love you
Love you, love you
Love you, love you
Love you, love you
Love you, love you
Love you, love you
And in the end, the love you take
Is equal to the love you make"

That's a lot of love being made. All is right when you are in my dreams. The love made is not just for one it is for both, for all. When you take it, you don't deplete the total, you take a share that is still there for others.

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

"Show me how you do that trick 
The one that makes me scream" she said 
"The one that makes me laugh" she said 
And threw her arms around my neck 
"Show me how you do it 
And I promise you I promise that 
I'll run away with you 
I'll run away with you" 
Spinning on that dizzy edge 
I kissed her face and kissed her head 
And dreamed of all the different ways I had 
To make her glow 
"Why are you so far away?" she said 
"Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you 
That I'm in love with you" 

You 
Soft and only 
You 
Lost and lonely 
You 
Strange as angels 
Dancing in the deepest oceans 
Twisting in the water 
You're just like a dream 

Daylight licked me into shape 
I must have been asleep for days 
And moving lips to breathe her name 
I opened up my eyes 
And found myself alone alone 
Alone above a raging sea 
That stole the only girl I loved 
And drowned her deep inside of me 

You 
Soft and only 
You 
Lost and lonely 
You 
Just like heaven



Interpretation: You loved the trick, how I was able to play with the world, with reality, spin up a world all our own. How I made you dizzy, spinning on the edge of wild happiness. I had so many ways to make you happy, to make you glow. How like a distant, strange dream you are. Now I find myself awakened from our dream to reality, mouthing your name. I found myself alone in this world, near that which took the only girl I loved from me and which put you deep inside me.
Cause you're a sky, cause you're a sky full of stars
I'm gonna give you my heart
'Cause you're a sky, cause you're a sky full of stars
'Cause you light up the path
I don't care, go on and tear me apart
I don't care if you do
'Cause in a sky, cause in a sky full of stars
I think I saw you
'Cause you're a sky, cause you're a sky full of stars
I want to die in your arms, arms
'Cause you get lighter the more it gets dark
I'm going to give you my heart
And I don't care, go on and tear me apart
And I don't care if you do
'Cause in a sky, cause in a sky full of stars
I think I see you
I think I see you
Because you're a sky, you're a sky full of stars
Such a heavenly view
You're such a heavenly view


Interpretation: When things are dark, you light up my way. I gave you my heart because I trust that when things are darkest, you will still be with me. When you got sick, you tore me apart, things got darker and darker. No matter how dark things got, you were always a sky full of stars. I knew that you would be, so I didn't care that you tore me apart over and over, you were always my guide. The depth of my trust makes me want to die in your arms, but I have to live. Your gentleness is a heavenly view.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Expression through anonymous public writing

There is a balance between expression and repression. To be able to express viewpoints without an interpersonal context is achieved only if the reader cannot establish the context. In order to prevent the establishment of such a context, I have to avoid certain details of my life, isolating the information in the current blog to a single subject.

The repression comes from the loss of anonymity. Knowing who you are, where you live, your occupation, past times, political views, spiritual orientation, or even your native tongue . These other contexts color the reader's interpretation of your writing, necessarily limiting your expression.

How should one choose the isolated subject?