2 Years This January 18
Why this handful of stones?
2 Years this January 18.
Tomorrow is the one-year anniversary of the call, today is the one-year anniversary of your death. It was unexpected and jagged and cracked and all the kings horses and all the kings men tried, but couldn’t put you back-together-again.
Music is the memory of the dead. Children sit by a campfire along the banks of the Deleware singing to guitar, grow up to sing “Alejandro” and dance along the banks of my backyard the night before my wedding.
You straightening your tie. Me serenading my new husband. You taking a picture with your new iPhone, “Can I take picture of you?” my husband offers. These are the final fractured memories of a final resting place.
There is a certain Randy Newman song I think of now and then and I’m reminded of you, “I think It’s Going to Rain Today,”
Broken windows and empty hallways
A pale dead moon in the sky streaked with gray
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today
Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles
With frozen smiles to chase love away
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today
Of course I think the Streisand version is the best.
“He was the best of all the kids,” my mom consoled your mother, and she was right. You were the best. So kind, so generous of spirit, so always capable and willing and able to see the best in everyone. Never wanting to get involved in a conflict or a fight, not because you were afraid, but because you genuinely didn’t want to hurt anyone involved in the conflict. So, much more concerned with doing right.
So, how did everything go so wrong? Why this handful of stones to fill the emptiness? R.I.P. A.W.
About the Creator
Sara Brown
“You are brilliant & subtle if you come from Iowa & really strange & you live as you live & you are always well taken care of if you come from Iowa.” – Gertrude Stein.
I am from Iowa. I write. I pray. I hope. I grieve. Love.
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