Friends, it makes absolutely no sense, like why airplanes fly and boats float and how McDonald's sells all them 'burgers and people like th' music of Justin Beiber, so it's best just to try not to figure it all out. Doc is not only gone, he has been gone for four years now. #OhDiscordia.
I've been lately thinking about my life's time
all th' things I've done and how it's been
and I can't help but thinking in my own mind
I know I'm gonna hate to see it end...
"it's best to speak true and smoke out th' devil," says th' grandmother of Stephen King's main character in his short story LT's Theory of Pets, and in keeping to that edict, let th' truth be bold and let it be hereby known that o'er time, Doc's Ghost has been fading a lil' bit by lil' bit to th' point that I believe he is coming more and more to his Final Rest. Time does this, and it is a Right and Proper Thing, too, but I've always LIKED it when Doc's Ghost has sat by me, in th' car or on th' bench or in th' back of my classroom, looking all o'er things. it would occur to me later in June that, in th' words of my Franciscan Brother, Friar John, "I was missing the act of missing him." Kristine's Ghost hung 'round me and held my hand for only a week or so before passing into The Mind of God and Final Rest; Doc, who's final weeks and days were no doubt sheer hell, leading him to end his own life, had a more restive Ghost. To realize that after 4 years his Ghost was beginning to find it's peace and he didn't need to check in as much (and, similarly, *I* didn't *need* him to check in as much, either), I began to sense him less and less. Again, this is Right & Proper, it is a Good and Glorious Thing Indeed, but it's also a change from th' status quo of almost half a decade and I was frankly loathe to have it all end.
Indeed, try tho' I might, I wasn't able to finish this post until well, well later in th' year. I'm cheating to all hell n' back by going in and posting this as June 12 (and if any o' y'all are right smart and know your stuff, you'll no doubt say now, what's THAT doing there?! when you scroll thru th' feed and realize that from June until October there was nuthin' from me, his Custodian, at all, on Th' Actual Anniversary Day of his Crossing O'er. Didn't have th' chops? Hell, I didn't have 'em in June nor July nor August when school started. It's only with th' chill of Autumn in th' air and The Thinning of The Veil between th' worlds of th' Living and th' Dead that I'm able to sit here and try to add anything else...
...except, I can't. Months later, regardless of th' post date I make this, I can't put together th' words to make it all right n' proper. I can't say what I want to say 'cuz somewhere just below th' surface I don't even KNOW what I want to say. I know I need to honour and mark this day of his Leavetaking; it is Th' Right Thing To Do, but I don't want it to become a mechanical, semi-meaningless thing, either. This is more than, say, remembering V-J Day, or something that is historically important but so far removed from my own timeline and experience as to be hollow-- all surface and no depth. It's important I say something, and yet, I can't. What's more, I haven't been able to in something like 4 months. Maybe it'll all come together better next year, in 2019... Until then, or until I find th' words that fit together like tight puzzle pieces, know that you are forever in my heart, Doc. I love you, and I miss you.