This is painful enough, but having the guy in all black consoling
me just fuels the rage. I see it coming like a storm in the
distance, slowly rolling in until the sun is blocked, my senses
right along with the light.
He went peacefully.
Who the hell goes peacefully in a hurricane? He fought the
inevitable, which is the true curse of consciousness. I saw
it in his eyes everyday for three months. Where the hell were
you then? Oh, yeah, you had other souls to save; a busy guy
Our Fathering here and there, making sure all is forgiven,
doling out free passes to those grasping at the tiny thread
of life they have left.
Tell him. Get him the hell out of here so you can mourn in
peace with the rest of your family. Be polite but firm. What
comes out is a stream of profanity that would make porn stars
blush. Someone has to pay for taking him, so why not the intruder?
It's okay, it will be all right.
You don the uniform and suddenly you know all humanity, what
they're thinking, their feelings? I don't think so. You don't
know anything about me, or my family, or the family member
you just gave the pass to. Sorry for the vulgarity Big Daddy,
but you just put yourself in harm's way.
Eighteen years later, I finally get it.
Ian O'Neill will
be back for more.