I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Requiem



There's still a lot we don't know about my Dad's death. One thing I have learned is in his later years he converted to Catholicism. I hope he was able to find the peace, forgiveness, and community he probably was looking for. There will be no funeral or memorial service. He was or will be cremated and returned to the Earth in the garden at the church he attended. I doubt we will learn the actual date that happens.

So this one is for Dad. No matter what he might have thought in his mind, I'm still his son.

"And I am not frightened of dying, any day will do, I don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying? There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime."

"If you can hear this whispering you are dying."

"I never said I was frightened of dying."

2 comments:

Jen Berlyoung said...

I'm really sorry for your loss, Steve. I can relate to your feelings surrounding everything. Relationships are complicated, that's for sure.

<3

Steve Buchheit said...

Thanks, Jen. It is a complicated thing, when it should be simple. But then, family always complicates things.