Cosmic Dreaming.

It happened so suddenly.
I picked up my chirping little chickadee from school. All smiles, dancing in the rain, as I chased behind her and laughed. The crossing guard, which I would think of fondly hours later, smiled and giggled along - a woman who we've known for some years now.
I would of never guessed.

The message of death is never easy. It is never expected, no matter how long awaited or how much of a surprise. But those three words, so simple and quick, resonated within me so hard. I crumpled in bed that night, holding myself in the darkness and praying. Just praying.
Two deaths. That makes two this school year.
I don't take loss lightly. I just don't.

The funeral tonight finalized everything. I learned so much about a man I knew only little these past six years. The words of praise and reminiscence were beautifully delivered on that stage tonight. Both times, as the casket was passed down the aisle, I stopped breathing. When asked to rise before the service began, the silence choked me. It pressed on my chest and sucked every last bit of air out of my lungs. I was drowning in the nothingness of sound and thick emotion. I felt like such a fool as they dismissed the mass. As the hearse was loaded I stopped breathing again. I turned away. I wanted to go back to the bus and lay down in my seat. I wanted to heave a hard cry for a man I did not know.


I can only ask so much. I want so much for a family that has lost something so dear to them. No matter how hard his last couple of months may have been, he was a father and a man of faith. And from what it sounds, everything God could of asked for, and so much more.
If only there could be an easier way to do that. To take a person. To send them into eternal everlost and light.

But the night does funny things. I've heard of being drunk on aluminum, and drunk on cheese [dad?] but I've never heard anyone else other than me talk about being drunk on nightfall. Feel the rain hit your skin, listen to it dribble down the windows and tap on the concrete. Listen to words you thought would never be said. Cold hands and icy eyes.

Mr. Seger, you have done it again. Proved to me that, most definitely it is "funny how the night moves."

Indeed sir. How funny it really is.