Knowing

Either commit to keeping a memory or kill it; don’t pack it up with the caustics and plead involuntary manslaughter.

R was a good man, and no doubt, still is. This one was all my fault -- if fault even applies, as that implies intention, some working knowledge of what I was up to at the time.

Another example of the one-offity of life's lessons. Oh sure, you can learn some things like driving a car or whistling that will come in handy over and over again, but understanding what went wrong with an individual you loved, when it's highly unlikely you'll meet such an individual again, well -- so you know, now you just know, and that's all.

Maybe next time you take things slower or step with greater care. Maybe next time you don’t rush through to the end, tripping over furniture and spilling all the champagne because you’re too excited to wait. If you’re lucky, it never is too exciting to wait ever again, because that kind of crazy should happen just once; unless you really are crazy, and then it probably happens all the time.

Others will follow – the appropriate and inappropriate, likely and unlikely. The fantastic likes to just drop by, but rarely answers invitations. It comes when you’re not looking and leaves when you are.

But, to my knowledge, there’s nothing to be done about that.


(Song heard on NPR yesterday. Like it?)