Tuesday, June 9, 2009

mens die

cole asked

why do mens die?

how do you answer the little boys cry? i remembered...

uniforms standing at attention, next to ladder trucks, blocking roads. driving passed, little fingers gripping window sills in the back seat. brothers carrying a casket to it's final resting place. broken earth, framed by faces looking down at what was once my grandfather. their fire chief. her husband. his dad.

asking questions...

why do mens die?

how do you answer the little boys cry? i remembered...

little girls peering at a body, resting on silk pillows, tears spilling on their frilly dresses. surrounded by flowers, small hands clasped, they uttered "she looks like sleeping beauty." their grandmother. her mom, his wife.

asking questions...

why do mens die?

and i thought he was going to ask me a tough question, like...

why do some mens never live?

19 comments:

Anonymous said...

That killed me.

-df

jake (to the) holla said...

wow.... i'm pretty much thrown into a loop by the depth of that entry. awesome post.

Megan said...

Whew.

Ronda Laveen said...

Whoa. Just whoa.

Why, indeed, do some men never live? Fear. Attachment to that which is not truly real. So afraid to die that life is not enjoyed. So many reasons.

Mrsupole said...

The thing is that most of them never know that they are not living. Although what one person thinks is living, another person thinks it is not living. Do we live our lives to the fullest? Who really has the answer to this. It falls under the category of which is the real religion, or is there really a "real" religion? Some fanatics would say that if you do not do as they do, then you are not really living. Who is right. What I can say is that dead is dead. But then is that really so, because some have come back to life from death? The strange thing is that almost everyone who has come back to life from death has a very similar experience. Do they have the answer?

All I can say is that we must love all those who cross our paths. When you love and are loved then you have lived. Is this the right answer?

Alright, I know I can say more than what I just said. I want to also say that I am so glad I did not have to answer that question. I do try to explain to the grandkids what has happened to their relatives who have passed away and I think I give different answers each time.

I also believe that one should always tell their loved ones that you love them at the end of each conversation. I say this because you never know when it will be your last conversation you have with them and I just feel that those are what I want my last words to be with my loved ones and the last ones I hear from them.

I know I went off subject again, but you always make me think.

I also think your boys understand more things going on around them because you seem to be more aware of things going on around you. That is why your posts are always so thought provoking.

God bless.

Lorraine said...

What to say? Brilliant thought

Brian Miller said...

@df - have enjoyed your writings, they pull my heart strings...

@jake - ty. when do you head for the burg?

@megan - breathe...

@ronda - the reasons are many...it makes me sad sometimes to see so much potential sitting on the couch while their children watch...oh to remove the fears and doubts and let them see what they are missing

@mrsu - wow. is that a comment or a post? lol. i hear what you are saying as far as the cults of personality that dictate what true living is. there seems to be so much of life untasted, unseen because eyes are clouded with what is going on in the world today. to afraid of the world to experience it. or lifes circumstances have dulled their senses as a defense mechanism..but not maybe i am just running off at the mouth.

saying i love you at each passing, beautiful. we never know when, so i embrace each moment. (Mostly, I have my days) Live, Love, Touch, Feel, Taste and see.

My boys are nuts and they teach me every day. last day of school for Logan today...so excited to have my boy home for the summer!

@lorraine - ty, i don't know where they come from. teehee.

Marianna said...

Children ask the right questions...I always wonder whether we give them the right answer or not. Great post (once again:) Brian!

xoxo

subtorp77 said...

Brian, I've had to explain this( it wasn't easy ). I'll let it go at that. We each of us have a part that does die, with-in us. Faded memories are the topper, with me.

@Marianna, children ask the right questions in the sense they are curious. They seek knowledge and are not afraid of the answer...

Daniel said...

Very sweet (cue the swelling music in the background). Thought provoking, a bit of a downer, but necessary. Thanks and blessings to you.

Leah said...

I often find myself welling up over here! Today, no exception.

*wipes away a tear*

It's the little way he asked it...

Wings said...

Very nice, Brian. You have quite a way with the words. :)

Verily I go. said...

Wow, Brian, blown away. That was incrediable. Thanks. Treasures that you have nutty boys to bounce with. I'm going to settle in too and watch the fun.

Mrsupole said...

Sorry, for such a long comment, but could not stop saying what I said. I always love your posts so much. They do make me think.

Brian Miller said...

@mrsu - no prob. love your comments as they make me think further.

@verily - they keep me on my toes..

@wings - ty

@leah - i'll try to keep it cheerful the next couple days...

@daniel - blessings back. see you tomorrow.

@subby - yeah, it was an interesting conversation to say the least. interesting that it did not come on the heels of an event or death. good response to marianna

@marianna - it can be hard to know if what we are telling them is right, or even what they are looking for in that moment. pretty honest with the boys, unless it is completely out of bounds...then i'll tell them to wait until they are older.

Liza said...

Questions that as parents we never want to answer. You have brilliantly re-enacted the feelings of that moment. *sniff, sniff* A recent conversation with my little guy revealed this realization. If his daddy were to shoot a torpedo at someone and they fight back, he could _______. (fill in the blank)

It's too tough to write let alone reassure a seven year old that that rarely happens. I guess I could tell him that his daddy knows how to live.

Debo Hobo said...

I not sure when or why a simple swing lost its appeal. Was it when we realized our feet are no longer on solid ground. That a fall could keep us from other adventures or responsibilities. When does the pendulum swing from fun to hum drum?

Sujatha said...

That last question occurs to me everytime I see a list of the dead soldiers in Iraq. You laid out the essay beautifully.

Candie Bracci said...

This is just great!!;)