The Funeral

It was early in the morning in the  middle of the week and the church hall was beginning to fill with mourners.

It was a trite and sad situation, a young man had been killed while riding in a car  with a friend who had been drinking.   Inside the church hall, among the mourners,the usual pleasantries were exchanged and as they spoke the  hushed tone the of their voices created a loud drone that rang through the church hall.

She saw me standing alone as she walked up to me she said ” how are you?, haven’t seen you in a long time”, she  was the younger sister of one of my friends from Jr. High.  Through the loud drone I strained to hear and understand what she was saying, she continued “I worked with his dad at Walls department store” she said.

She had driven herself to this service, through early morning traffic. She proably drove next to a grandmother, a family car filled with children, behind a truck with expecting parents, maybee even  next to a cop car.

She wanted to be at this service to show her support for this young man’s family and share the pain of loosing a loved one because of a drunk driver. Her breath, alive and depressing, filled the air between us and as the odor of alchohol coming from her voice filled my lungs, the irony of her good deed revealed  it’s self.

Dog walk

Sunny cool  breeze we walk along the grassy yards wet with dew, stop and smell the grass. 
Meander back to the blacktop road stained with flattened road kill, small snakes and some unlucky toads are only few living thins that could not avoid the auto tracks.

 

 

 

Halloween season

Round hay dress up as a jack-o lantern in Fort Gibson OK

Time begins at any moment. It weaves and dodges any obstacles in its way mercilessly ending the process we call life. A tree’s shade no longer provides protection from the summer sun. it’s profile a ghostly silhouette against the dark blue sky, it’s bark dry and brittle peels off like sheets of dark brown paper.

Commemorative engine for the 911 tragedy

this engine was in Muskogee OK in 2006 or so. It’s interesting the things we decorate to remember painful events.

Three things to consider