Don't want to go
Don't want to say good bye
Don't want to see dirt shoveled on your coffin
Don't want to forget what a wonderful person you were
What ever the fuck you did, you did all right. . . cause all of your kids turned out OK. . . . I guess
I think it's fair to say that your poor body was a freaking disease magnet
You would exhibit symptoms that would make doctors look at one another and say, "Jeez Pete, will ya look at that? I ain't never seen nuth'en that looked like that.
Even in the end, last week when we spoke on the phone you were complaining about have shingles on your head. Ouch.
I'm supposed to be at the cemetery in an hour. Is it bad form to not show up? There are some flights leaving tonight, I might be on one of them.
I don't know what to say
posted by Tom Frank at 8:23 AM
1 Comments:
It is tough to know what to say, we live in a society that sanitizes death. We do not talk about it, it is an icky, discouraging, touchy subject. "I might say the wrong thing at the wrong time," yet we will all face death. All of a sudden we face the loss of a loved one and we are inadequately preprared. We need to learn to celebrate the life they lived. So often we dwell on the loss, the hurt and the pain. I love the quote from the movie Shawshank Redemption, "get busy living, or get busy dying." Our loved one that has passed away, would most often tell us to get on with your life, you ain't dead yet, get out there. Get busy living, do the things you enjoy doing. Remember me with fondness for I loved you, but tell the ones you love, that you love them. Life is very short. Get on with yours. Seems like words can't say the many feelings one feels when losing someone we love. But it sure hurts. So Tom, I love you, you are a wonderful, giving man. Thank you for being my friend.
Tim Flynn
5:42 PM
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