A Three Parter
when i walked into the room.
Papers were spread across the floor, my father an island in the sea of it.
Sorting through all the affairs of a fallen and dead loved one. No matter how unsorted the affair, my father with legal pad, glasses, and pencil in hand, sipping from a glass of wine.
The living will eventually become the dead. The dead will eventually leave you with nothing but their affairs. And it is the other inevitablitiy of life, taxes. The first inevitability is of course, Death. Death and Taxes.
My family always tells me that death does funny things. Death does funny things. To Me. Death does funny things to me. I think of how ludicrious that statement is. Death doesn’t do any funny things; to me or anyone else. Death is a force. A force of nature. Not a tsunami or a blizzard, but it is of nature. That is the nature of humans, birth, life, death.
A three-parter. Not even a good joke.
The set up
The turn
The punchline.
A 3 parter.
Death isn’t like that. Life isn’t like that. Some people believe the next step in life is death. That once you live so long, it’s the evolution of your soul or your existence. I don’t think my grandmother evolved into anything else. Hell, after 15, I evolved into nothing else but a bigger asshole. Why then do those old ones get to develop into something stronger, better, faster.
We don’t have the money, we cannot rebuild her. We cannot make her better, she will always be how she be.
But that is the rhythm. Tick tock tick tock. Like a bomb, a big fucker too. An explosion to shake the centre and depth of your soul. Life. Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock.
