Friday, February 01, 2008
Tragedy hit the scene earlier this week in the periphery of my closest people, one of the ones who is down from day 3, and only because on day one the circle was mad tight, on day 2 the circle was unknown, and on day 3 there were only 3 added to the sacred moonstone. Damn. Sometimes you just have to take inventory and count your blessings. Bad things happen to good people, but the strong move on and my boy is strong, stronger than me in a lot of ways, and I know he’ll be aight, but the pain, the pain doesn’t go away. It ebbs, it surges, it remains in the background, but despite that, you don’t want that to leave you, you need it, you relish it, at least I would, crazy as it sounds, because it will sometimes be your only connection, in the dark at night when all seems awry, to what, who, was lost. But good memories have a way of pushing away the evil tide of your own psyche, and those momentary shining ellipses of seconds minutes hours will stay with him, her, forever, buoying them, carrying them through, a little one’s final gift before she moves on to where she apparently needed to be. Godspeed.