...and thanks for all the fish
The more things change the more they stay the same. My brother is leaving in a week. There was a time I'd feel melancholy about this, lament his passing, get depressed even. In a twist that I hadn't expected all I feel for him is peace, hope, and love. I feel the loss already though it has not yet occurred but instead of the hollow feeling that normally accompanies these things, I'm happy. The day is overcast, grey, and wet - normally things guaranteed to put me in a bad mood. I have no regular job at present, my brother is moving to Philly, and yet instead of feeling miserable I'm happy.
Maybe it's because in both his life and mine - though we have traveled different paths for years now - there is the beginning of a sense of momentum. He moves forward to do great things with his life and for once I am not merely a spectator watching my nearest and dearest move with a purpose while I flounder in the ocean of nostalgia and regret. I rub the talisman I carry in my pocket. The first piece of something solid that I am building my future on. It brings me hope. It brings me peace.
My brother, mi hermano, is leaving. But he is not leaving me. I will be here and he will be there but we will never truly be parted. I have learned so much from him. More than he will ever know. He has been my friend, my confidant, my defender, my inspiration, and so much more. It has been my privilege and my honor to know him and I, like everyone he has touched, am better for the experience.
He will be missed but not half so much as is he is cherished.
So long, Joe. Until we meet again, my brother.
Maybe it's because in both his life and mine - though we have traveled different paths for years now - there is the beginning of a sense of momentum. He moves forward to do great things with his life and for once I am not merely a spectator watching my nearest and dearest move with a purpose while I flounder in the ocean of nostalgia and regret. I rub the talisman I carry in my pocket. The first piece of something solid that I am building my future on. It brings me hope. It brings me peace.
My brother, mi hermano, is leaving. But he is not leaving me. I will be here and he will be there but we will never truly be parted. I have learned so much from him. More than he will ever know. He has been my friend, my confidant, my defender, my inspiration, and so much more. It has been my privilege and my honor to know him and I, like everyone he has touched, am better for the experience.
He will be missed but not half so much as is he is cherished.
So long, Joe. Until we meet again, my brother.