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8 long and strange years...
Nov. 14th, 2008 08:03 amIt was this evening in 2000 that I was naked and reading in bed getting ready to crash for the night that I got the most significant call of my life. It was Michelle's roommate calling to tell me that she had died on the sofa after a night out clubbing. I was at my parents house between apartments. I went out and cried with them for a bit... we laid her to rest a few forevers later. The earth took back my best friend.
I think the worst part is that as time goes on she fades away. Little by little it is harder to hear her laugh or remember just the inflection of her way of saying goodnight to me. Or of what she would think of the goings on of my life. I had counted on her remembering lots of the things I have forgotten. I still hold on to many of the stories about her... but even they slip away.
I try to take care of the strays the way she did, be them on 2 legs or 4. I take her example of not letting the bad stuff of life get in the way of the joy that is to be found. That faking orgasms can be down right funny. That I can't sing. That perms are never a good idea. Lots and lots of little things. Last weekend Kiersten and I baked cookies to give away, it is one of the best ways I know to honor my old friend. She was no saint to be sure, but man did I love her, and I know that she loved me in a way that I don't think can ever be replicated.
Jews don't get cremated but if we did....
Well the coal black sea waits for me me me
The coal black sea waits forever
The waves hit the shore
Crying more more more
But the coal black sea waits forever
The tornados come up the coast they run
Hurricanes rip the sky forever
Through the weathers change
the sea remains the same
The coal black sea waits forever
There are ashes split through collective guilt
People rest at sea forever
Since they burnt you up
Collect you in a cup
For you the coal black sea has no terror
Will your ashes float like some foreign boat
or will they sink absorbed forever
Will the Atlantic Coast
have its final boast
Nothing else contained you ever
Now the coal black sea waits for me me me
The coal black sea waits forever
When I leave this joint
at some further point
The same coal black sea will it be waiting?
I think the worst part is that as time goes on she fades away. Little by little it is harder to hear her laugh or remember just the inflection of her way of saying goodnight to me. Or of what she would think of the goings on of my life. I had counted on her remembering lots of the things I have forgotten. I still hold on to many of the stories about her... but even they slip away.
I try to take care of the strays the way she did, be them on 2 legs or 4. I take her example of not letting the bad stuff of life get in the way of the joy that is to be found. That faking orgasms can be down right funny. That I can't sing. That perms are never a good idea. Lots and lots of little things. Last weekend Kiersten and I baked cookies to give away, it is one of the best ways I know to honor my old friend. She was no saint to be sure, but man did I love her, and I know that she loved me in a way that I don't think can ever be replicated.
Jews don't get cremated but if we did....
Well the coal black sea waits for me me me
The coal black sea waits forever
The waves hit the shore
Crying more more more
But the coal black sea waits forever
The tornados come up the coast they run
Hurricanes rip the sky forever
Through the weathers change
the sea remains the same
The coal black sea waits forever
There are ashes split through collective guilt
People rest at sea forever
Since they burnt you up
Collect you in a cup
For you the coal black sea has no terror
Will your ashes float like some foreign boat
or will they sink absorbed forever
Will the Atlantic Coast
have its final boast
Nothing else contained you ever
Now the coal black sea waits for me me me
The coal black sea waits forever
When I leave this joint
at some further point
The same coal black sea will it be waiting?
