Precious Time
They’re calling up numbers now
Try to hide but how
Close your eyes, just pretend we’re runaways
How many boys and men…women and (pets too)
Will it take to win
And how many wish they could be runaways
How many tomorrows do we have
How much precious time
Pick a lucky star
Be it near or far
Just pretend on the long nights…
I can see it too
And wish the same as you
How many tomorrows do we have
How much precious time.
The past few days I’ve learned about the passing of two very dear people and one very special cat and this song by Darden Smith came to mind. John was my first crush from middle school and we went out a few times. I thought he hung the moon! I’m sure he’s chuckling now. I ran into him at the grocery store some years back. He recognized me at first and we caught up with one another in that “precious time” next to the produce isle. As I learn more about his tragic death, I wished now we had exchanged phone numbers/email, something—instead of “see you around”.
Just last month I ran into my student in the hallway and shared “precious time” by saying “hello”. I wish I knew then what I know now…I didn’t know she had been ill with cancer. When I met her some years back, she had just recovered from open heart surgery. She was just at work last Monday and died this past Saturday and leaves behind a young son. She had just completed her degree and came so far from where she began when I first met her.
The shock of John’s death was just passing when I learned of Chyna’s untimely death as well. My very tender womb opened up again and just this evening the tears finally flowed freely. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. Their passing had a profound impact on me as they hit very close to home. Sadly, I missed John’s memorial service and not sure if Chyna will have one but if I can I will be sure to attend. As soon as I can, I will look up into the night sky and pick three lucky stars…for John, Chyna and Duffy too!
2 comments:
Dear Luz, I am very sorry to read of your friends passings. Here is something I think will help you get through your grief.
I did not die
Do not stand on my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in the snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am a gentle Autumns rain
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
I am the birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
So do not stand on my grave and cry
I am not there.... I did not die
unknown author
I am so sorry to hear of your loss. Weather in touch or not, they now know the truth and you have learned something very important about yourself. This may have prevented a greater heartache in the future by going through this now. And I know you beleive in angels and perhaps in spirits... tell them now what you would have said... I believe they can hear you. hugs
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