today is my father's birthday, he would have been 65; he died january 31st at 7:35pm.
it wasn't a surprise, so we had time to 'prepare', and later i realized that i did much of my grieving during the two years leading up to his death. when he died, i wondered if i had any left.
whenever i hear this song, i weep so uncontrollably that i know i will never be done.
"other side of the world" by kt tunstall
over the sea and far away
she's waiting like an iceberg
waiting to change
but she's cold inside
she wants to be like the water
all the muscles tighten in her face
buries her soul in one embrace
they're one and the same
just like water
the fire fades away
most of everyday
is full of tired excuses
but it's too hard to say
i wish it were simple
but we give up easily
you're close enough to see that
you're the other side of the world to me
on comes the panic light
holding on with fingers
and feelings alike
but the time has come
to move along
the fire fades away
most of everyday
is full of tired excuses
but it's too hard to say
i wish it were simple
but we give up easily
you're close enough to see that
you're the other side of the world to me
can you help me?
can you let me go?
and can you still love me
when you can't see me anymore?
the fire fades away
most of everyday
is full of tired excuses
but it's too hard to say
i wish it were simple
but we give up easily
you're close enough to see that
you're the other side of the world
to me
the photograph was taken by my father and was one of his favorites; it is of the genesee river near rochester, ny.
this topic couldn't be more timely: my father's house just went on the market and last night my brother emailed me the link for it. it couldn't be more impersonal. they forgot to mention that a man's life was spent there. his neighborhood was filled with cypress trees, which i love, and they were the inspiration for this mini painting. it will be a very blue day
