A look back to yesterday

Ever since this shitstorm started a year ago I have found myself watching way too much TV, especially the news.  There is often a lot of yelling at the guests, sometimes the anchors and of course there is naturally discussion on what we see and hear. Sometimes the conversation makes sense, sometimes not.

 Since many news shows now have contact with guests through remote applications, we are exposed to a view of homes we would not ordinarily get to see.  One such conversation during a news show yesterday evolved into a discussion of door knobs and how the doors open.  The knobs appear to conflict, one opens in, one out and life interferes. If you open one, you can’t open the adjacent door.  What we did not do was listen to what the guest had to say, instead we discussed how we have evolved during our lockdown mode, missing the entire interview with the guest.

And then I watch an episode of NCIS and at the end I hear:

When I die
Give what’s left of me away
To children
And old men that wait to die.
And if you need to cry,
Cry for your brother
Walking the street beside you.
And when you need me,
Put your arms
Around anyone
And give them
What you need to give to me.

I want to leave you something,
Something better
Than words
Or sounds.

Look for me
In the people I’ve known
Or loved,
And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live on your eyes
And not on your mind.

You can love me most
By letting
Hands touch hands,
By letting
Bodies touch bodies,
And by letting go
Of children
That need to be free.

Love doesn’t die,
People do.
So, when all that’s left of me
Is love,
Give me away.

I’ll see you at home
In the earth.

Epitaph by Merrit Malloy

So I cry and I can’t stop.  This is a little slice of my life.