It’s Over Now
Like a scene from the Huxtables
we gathered around the toilet
to say good bye to our fish Little Mike.
The news of the death brought no anxiety or stress.
We casually said good-bye and flipped him into the
toilet bowl. She was told to the flush the toilet.
She did. And at that moment it hit her. Her face
began to rain as he swirled away and out of sight.
The memories immediately swam in her mind, the reality that he was gone.
She needed a hug. She needed a minute to regroup and gain her composure.
Love in abundance was poured upon her until the pillow hugged her to sleep.
In the morn, her mind was still replaying the ciruclar disappearing act of her friend.
But that night I pondered on her lost and pain. It was baffling because she ignored the fish the last six months. Her initial joy to feed him soon turned into a chore, her glaring amazement turned into a casual look, if at all. A gift she seemed so excited about on her fourth birthday was barely recognized when she turned five.
She is my seed. Am I her? Do I take for granted those whom I love? Do I disregard the subtle cries of those who I have ignored who once felt my powerful love? Will I not recognize until it is over? Shame on me. Shame on you, if you choose to shower a deceased loved one with an emotional overflow after their departure.
My friends, let us not take anything or one for granted. Let us hold on to those things that need our embrace and let loose the items that does not merit our attention. There is such a thing as a good death. It comes from have having a good and full life. Will the next death be a good death for you? It is a shame we must learn through adversity and pain; but, it is even more baffling when we lose the lesson.
Bottom Line: If it is not over, act like it. Don’t wait until it’s too late.
Blessings and Prayers
The BLAQUESMITH
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