I knew you for less then ten years,
slept through roughly a third of that time, as all humans do, more in that mewling, mindless first year of bare-cognizance.
Unknowing how briefly our mortal trails would cross, before yours melted away in pieces, like dirt skittering across the kitchen floor, when the windows are thrown wide to let in fresh air from the universe-at large.
I remember warm blue eyes and hands washed too often, between patients.
I knew you for moments...
Time might have been wasted, because I did not know otherwise ... Our bucket had a hole in it, and our collective experience was trickling out, lost forever in the dust of time.
My memories, are blended, with images caught from yellowing photographs that smell of drawers, from many houses.
I recall in a flash, the Doctor shirt you used to wear, and the beret you favored. But it could be a faded imprint garnered from that photo of you out in the garden, under the gnarled, ancient tree.
I have clarity too, I know I knew you, a little bit, all things considered.
I know I loved you.
I know I miss you always.
Those who loved you so well, and knew you far better then I, keep telling me how much like you I am.
Perhaps you have a hand on the shoulder of my spirit.
I love that.
That made me cry. I hope that as time passes you find yourself healing more and more even though it is a hurt you've been carrying for so many years.
ReplyDeleteI share your sorrow and the joy of knowing him....I knew him well. He was a great presence in my life until I was myself married. A child loved in childhood knows it forever. You were such a child. Your dad was such a fine man....so respected, so loved and admired. He is greatly missed - Louis
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