God has you now. (save the jay)
i awoke with a nightmares horror sticking to my eyes. seatbelt. ignition. hospital. trauma intervention team. a mothers wailing. sleeps sickly fog swept over me sometime after that and before the cemetary. i had a dream then. it was a blurred slideshow of semi-consciousness. that limbo of between sleep and awake. in his home cast in the starkest of colors i heard his voice behind me. he said, "you're dead."
we'll meet again, Jay.
"Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence."
-H. W. Longfellow, Tales of a Wayside Inn, 3, The Theologian's Tale
In memory of Jay.
we'll meet again, Jay.
"Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence."
-H. W. Longfellow, Tales of a Wayside Inn, 3, The Theologian's Tale
In memory of Jay.