Letting Go
I lost seven friends. And my aunt. And my father. Not lost. They aren’t missing. They’re dead. Every one.
Goodbye, my friend….
She was my best friend. During that tumultuous middle school time, when every year seemed like seven, Jeri Lynne and I were thick as thieves. Puberty wracked our brains and overwhelmed our bodies, so we stood side by side and attacked the absurdity of the world with our only weapon – laughter.
Chocolate Crosses
What a theological conundrum. Am I supposed to enjoy a symbol of suffering, a device for execution, by dipping it in peanut butter? What part body of Christ on the crucifix do I break off and eat first? The head? The parts with the chocolate nails? Did a priest bless chocolate Jesus so that transubstantiation can occur? Seeking answers, I flipped it over to read the ingredients and discovered that these chocolate crosses and crucifixes were also kosher. That opened up a whole other can of theological worms.
Funeral for a Friend: Zach Arnold
I’m still angry about it. There are times where I get to thinking about him, what he accomplished, what he had yet to accomplish, and I just want to tear my clothes, punch a wall. Question whatever higher power there is about why take him, what was the point. It feels senseless and cruel.
I tell myself there’s a reason behind it. Some sort of grand plan. But there are those moments where “There is a reason” shifts into “There better be a reason, and a damn good one.”
Overall, I just don’t understand. And maybe I never will…..
Emmanuel
It is an evil day when you must choose between life and death, and the lesser of the two evils is death. There was once a time when I believed that death was, in some instances, a good thing. I believed that it was a release, a letting-go, rest for the weary. I retract that belief.