Excuse me as I do a silly, happy little dance to the words: I’m early, I’m early, I’m early . . . 😉
Yes, it’s not the deadline and I have actually got my story for Friday Fictioneers done. Yahooooo! Many thanks to Rochelle.
Still Waters
While Aunt Jo was a hurricane traversing seas, visiting countries, leaving chaos in her wake, Uncle Jim was a banal sunny day. She grew angry with him for watching life pass by.
And then he died.
Certainly, she was upset, but she was madder that “he never lived.”
That Sunday as I helped organize his office, I discovered hundreds of handwritten poems exploring nature, people, behavior. Each portrayed the depth of this man we never knew.
My beloved bemoans my boring ways
blind to the lives I live vicariously
while she scales mountains
I absorb the philosophy of pilgrims
end
We often discover more about a person once they’re gone, I think.
He journeyed in his own way. Lovely, Sascha
Travelling inwards is a journey no less perilous and fascinating. You brought that out very well Sascha.
Dear Sascha,
Not only are you earlier than usual, you packed an entire novel into 100 words. A masterpiece!
Shalom,
Rochelle
There’s more than one way to journey. I still travel, and I’m sure I’ll carry on long after my final trip, whenever that is..
A nice way to remember him, but also frustrating that it is too late to share it with him.
i suppose he had lived his life the way he wanted to. “blessed is he who has found his work,” as carlyle said, “let him ask no other blessedness.”
I think there is a side to everyone, which we only discover when we take the time to look. Lovely story.
Sounds like a divorce that should’ve happened.
That makes me feel a little better about the hours I wile away at my computer, but I’d still like to explore more mountains.
We all have our own way to travel. It’s sad aunt Jo never knew this side of her husband while he lived. Nicely done!
Shakespeare said, “to each their own.” Who are we to take that from someone or try to make them feel less for it. He owed them no explanation, and his words are his testament to it.
Mm, “the philosophy of pilgrims” – what a phrase! Evocative story.
Lovely to read and sad for the one who never understood the other
Its a sad story but also highlights all we see is not true. There is always more to first glance.
Many thanks for reading and following! 🙂 You are quite right. Most people are like onions–and it’s good to love them just the way they are.
What a wonderful read. Seriously, a whole story told in 100 words!