I looked at my grandparents’ pictures last night.
The ones in the china cabinet.
And for once, I spoke back.
Not yet.
For there is still work to be done,
Causes and people to fight for,
Legacies to protect.
Not yet.
Because someday,
A violinist will need his first and his favorite accompanist
To help play a Romance for his bride.
And someday,
A dancer will need to do so with her father at her wedding,
Whether he’s invited or not.
I do not know Where We All Go,
And I’m not planning on knowing the way for some time either.
But I do know a wife who needs her husband,
A son and a daughter who need their father,
Friends who need staunchest of supporters.
And sure, ideally we could us for as long as possible.
A fool’s errand, I’m sure.
Love is a terrible thing sometimes,
For grief is a twisted price to pay for it.
To delay it is human nature.
But the piece is not yet finished.
A fermata, not a double bar.
We hold as time stands still, but ultimately we continue.
So, please,
By whatever Creator or Entity that keeps watch,
All I ask…
Not yet.
Sorry folks, this one doesn’t get the Wumbo moniker. And you’re on your own for entertainment options this week, but it’s conference tourney week, so I’d guess watch that.
Get well soon, Dad.
More from Brick’s Bookshelf:
Here’s my “Bullet Bible” shrine, a railroad spike, and a copy of “Ulysses” I bought at a thrift store and have never read and never will, among others . Thank you.
https://ibb.co/rNZDqd3
Found a funny:
gavin newsom: thanks for joining us on the pod today…now childcare is obviously difficult, do you have any suggestions?
casey anthony: so many
That car ad where the family spots a bear and follows him to his fishing grounds (despite his best attempts to avoid them) and then take out their fucking fishing poles? They deserve to have their faces eaten, and I’m not even kidding about that.
LoL
https://www.rollingstone.com/culture/culture-features/tesla-elon-musk-embarassed-disguise-car-1235294522/
Not yet indeed Senor. All the best. We’re here for you to vent/scream into the void.
Canada you left me no choice. I must RELEASE THE KRAKEN!!!!
GO HABS GO!
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To be fair, Canada is being very mean to us. All we wanna do is absorb them and steal their resources, and they’re all bitchy about it.
The latest I saw is that Melania had a crush on Trudoux or however you spell his name, and they had several photos of her looking like she is crushing on him in front of Trump.
Greenland too!
‘not for sale’ pfffff
As you wish
Well done. Not to step on your literary toes but you inspired me. Apologies, I’m not a poet.
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As I see my Dad lie there, I ask God for healing or release.
I hear “Not yet.”
As I watch my mother morn a life they had and what could’ve been.
I hear “Not yet.”
As I watch my sister in denial, because she cannot stand to see her strongest person in her life so helpless.
I hear “Not yet.”
As I fix his meals, change channels, help bathe and clean him and woken up in the middle of the night for simple things we take for granted.
I hear “Not yet.”
As I watch him aspirate, choke and suffer anxiety attacks from the battle his body is fighting.
I hear “Not yet.”
As I watch him suffer and slowly slip away.
I hear “Not yet.”
For the first day on this Earth without him…
…
For the stories he’s given and still giving.
For the meals we’ve shared.
For the sports games we’ve watched together.
For the jokes and laughs we’ve shared.
For him watching his son walk his daughter down the aisle to give her away in his name.
For the moments of true love between him and his wife, that shows why this marriage lasted 44 years and counting.
For the mornings of waiting for him to wake up and immediately ask for coffee.
For one more day.
I say, “Not yet.”
I’m giving you and Senor a virtual hug right now.
As much as what we’re going through, I know you’re going through it that much more. I saw it through the lens of watching my parents deal with my grandparents, but even then, with my grandfather, there was a little bit of “He’s always pulled through” until “Oh, maybe not this time.”
For you guys it’s unfortunately a slow inevitable march, and I’m sorry.
Apology appreciated but not necessary. Slow and certain or sudden and uncertain, they both equally suck. In both cases, it’s treasure the good memories and moments.
At least Chris Kluwe is still being awesome
Pulling for Padre Weaselo, fully. For sure the Fam is there with him, so I hope all his friends go see him.
In fact, guilt trip all “friend” no-shows. I’m serious.
Señor, you won’t get a more favorable situation for righteous passive agression. Go forth and manipulate!
Plus Padre gets more visits. Big hug, man.
Can always recognize who grew up Catholic
In the name of the Father, fuck you, and the Holy Ghost, amén.
So far it’s just been the family, but he’s gotten plenty of calls/texts. We asked them to text and not call but it’s been more of the latter.
Best wishes. Get through it and the best dick jokes are yet to come
Meanwhile, Hermana Weaselo and I also share one brain cell, trying to discard the urinal in the commode. There’s a lever which I figured is what flushed it. So, of course:
“Pull the lever, Kronk!”
*I pull, nothing happens*
“Wrong lever!”
*Because it’s the button above it*
“Why do we even have that lever?”
Sending you all my best.
I long for the days of a Pac-12 four-day tournament. This fucking asking a team to win five-straight is not even sporting. Just leave out the bottom quarter. They’ve got ten-wins and every-other-game-losses for a reason. And you let them spend the first day doing their best March Madness impression knowing they’re only flailing wildly at a future that is never coming.
And, even if they do pull it off, we just shit on them with a bad tournament seed.
Ridiculous.
Looks like someone is forgetting about the sweet sweet money
Beautiful words.
Best to the family.
That’s lovely. and we’re all with you.
Hang in there. We love yinz.