It’s funny actually. Funny as in odd.
Every day we push through the clock.
Every week, every year.
But every now and then we ponder where the time goes.
Did I do all the things I wanted to do. Go the places I wanted to go.
Spend time with the people I wanted to spend time with.
This is just life.
Every now and then we are forced to ponder.
That thing totally opposite of life , an event that hits you like a ton of bricks.
Stops the clock. Freezes your brain. Makes you think.
“I have some sad news…”, it begins.
For minutes, maybe hours – the sound disappears from your ears.
Urgencies from your brain, the pen from your fingers.
The weight of the day gone, and you stare.
Unexplainable vacuum consumes thought as if a forced silent tribute to life is upon you.
Mountains become superfluous. Glimpses of time flash forward for reflection.
Answers sought. Precious are the moments.
This is just death.
A tribute to a friend I could say I barely knew. We both push through the clock, his chose to stop.
Ramsey – Rest in Peace my friend.