A Silver Lining To Every Cloud.

Posted on: 06/02/2009 18:36

It seems as though the only thing that can truly unite people, that can inspire people to leave their shallow opinions and judgments aside, is death. Today, myself and my school’s Guitar Club preformed at the memorial for a student who died of an overdose a year ago. As I looked upon the crowd, nestled in a circle about 30 or 40 strong, around the memorial tree, I couldn’t help but marvel at the fact that there was a group of people, all diverse, that seemingly had nothing in common, accept for their common loss.

There they stood: the deceased’s closets friends, allies, and family. Even a few strangers who had gathered to show their respect and support. One by one they took hold of a shovel, and placed a bit of earth at the base of the memorial ever-green. First were a handful of the deceased’s very best friends. All dressed relatively the same. Jeans, t-shirts, sneakers. All with the same expressions on their faces. Next was a teenage boy, about seventeen. He had bright red dread locks, a black t-shirt that read “Scream, Blood, Gore.” on the reverse. He wore a bandana, ripped black jeans, and an assortment of wristbands. Again, with the same expression. Finally, a little old lady, dressed in a sharp black suit made her way to the tree. She was slight of build, and had brilliant white hair. She struggled to lift the shovel. However, she managed to put her little bit of earth at the base of the ever-green. They all wore a face that displayed their emotions. They were all on the verge of tears. They were all nostalgic of the life that had been lost. They all showed immense amounts of sadness.

Any other day these people wouldn’t have said two words to each other, nor given one another a second glance.

I remember when that boy first died. Over a year ago, now. He had over-dosed on morphine, the announcement on the loudspeaker said during final class one day. The school was suddenly enveloped in a blanket of sadness, remorse, and longing for just another moment with him. All those who hadn’t known him suddenly wished they did. I was in grade nine, and never had I seen such a correlation. Everyone was feeling the same emotions, for the same person, at the same time. No one had ever been so equal, and no one had ever been able to relate to another person so easily. On the door of what had been the boy’s locker, the signatures, best wishes, and little memos of love of hundreds of students were strewn all over the surface.

Any other day, these names would not be seen together.

The father of the deceased said a prayer. He asked the lord to bless his son, and thanked him for the time, however brief, that was spent with his son. He prayed that he bless all those present at the memorial, and protect those in danger of losing their lives the same way that the boy did. Every one bowed their heads, and listened intently as the boy’s father spoke with tears in this eyes. Sniffles rose above the silence of the people, and the whispers of the wind in the memorial garden.

Any other day, such words would not be spoken. Someone would speak out in protest.

So here these people stand, all in one place. Surrounding that ever-green tree, because it’s all they have left to hold onto. They are different, yet they share a common sense of loss, longing, and love. They feel for one another in ways that few can on a day-to-day basis. And why? Because someone died. Death has that way about it, doesn’t it? It reunites families after years of turmoil and arguments. It possesses a certain amount of innocence. When someone dies, all their faults are erased, and only the good is truly cherished and held on to. For a moment, everyone is child-like again. They are feeling the most basic of emotions. Stereotypes, judgments, and premonitions are all put aside. In that moment, nothing matters accept the vitality of him or her that has been lost.

thoughts?

sincerely,

-d.p☼

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Comments

dogorious

Posted on: 06/03/2009 00:28

Dear Prudence,

Outside the topic, did you write this? It felt like I was reading a passage from a book. If you didn't your one heck of a writer.

WaterBuoy

Posted on: 06/03/2009 10:10

I liked your ending:

"Thoughts?" Near unknown to a population paradigm that places their ideal as a God of unbridled Love ... means to an end for those on the other side of that line enscribed by Light (Jesus) in the sans of time.

The devil is thinking to a powerful man ... knowledge is power ... a threat to those in the heirarchy. Think of the old adage of three simian spectres: "don't see, don't hear, don't ask?" Is IT time for living the question about time as we see the paradigm going down the toilet? Did Christ say consume all things and put the useless down the sewer? Is this repeated by I Thess 5:21? What, test God your Love ... how else to find an incidence with Ruth, (crossing Ruth, t'Ruth). Is the sole of m'n buried in words? Reconsider the words of the Gospel of John regarding the word and where it goes in the end of the t'home! Who could conjure up such a tale of grief and pain for us to filter out meanings in Joy-C, can you sea IT ... one must use the power (Os, Judah's) of the vast space. Do you fear to go there?

Remember it is all just a satirical story with a buried meaning ... can ID be conjured up like maji-C of aware Ness, a dark Pool of the words of the sole mind of God ... faere reaching? The superficial will not get it without entering the catacombs ... winding paths of the unknown to the mortal ... subliminal projection? Is's ... Jesus in modern dialect a chilling thought for the pyre ... a cup of cold water for baptisimal use in a word that hates the 'O's yet hates common folk (Pagan) ascending, leaving their service? Well give reverence to all things ... especially the oppressed. Ides an old thought turned over by Jesus, Freud and Jung and many others ... but do we listen well and think about it?

dear.prudence

Posted on: 06/03/2009 19:06

dogorious,

as a matter of fact, i did write this myself. :) thank you so much!

-d.p☼

FlyingSky

Posted on: 08/03/2009 21:25

Much thanks d.p, for this heart-touching article! Made me appreciate the meaning of life and the inevitability of death.

dear.prudence

Posted on: 08/04/2009 19:30

hey FlyingSky!

i don't know whether to say "thank you" or "you're welcome." ahaha. either way, i'm glad you enjoyed my blog, and got some insite from it. :) thanks for adding me as a friend. :P :D

-d.p☼