Lynn and I held a little ceremony out back of the theater this evening. In honour of Jim's birthday.
It was just the two of us, and the ceremony involved ashes and vodka, and a toast drunk to Jim in a small glass of Glenlivet.
I don't know if I want him to stop haunting us or not.
In some ways, his presence is reassuring. Still, isn't he supposed to have something to do? Move on to the light? Prepare for another shot at life? Pack for his trip to the hot place?
Surely he has more to do than eavesdrop on my conversations and move set pieces around on stage...
...Hasn't he?
maybe he's in purgatory ... and he's bored
ReplyDeleteAnd who the hell does he have to blame for that?
ReplyDeleteWell ... himself. (DUR!) But maybe now he realizes it was a dumbshit idea and he misses you ... and us ... and life. Maybe he knows now what he lost, and he doesn't want to let go. Stubborn, you know.
ReplyDeleteI know this isnt a funny post. But nessa made me giggle. DUR!
ReplyDeleteNessa has been making me giggle since she was born!
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