Mr. O’Toole sat on his couch in his living room looking down the barrel of a thirty-eight special. Mr. Handerman addressed him again, “Mr. Link wants his money and he wants it now, Mr. O’Toole, so unless you want me to unload this chamber in your head you best pay up, now!”
I think I was in shock that I couldn’t stop this kid on his bike, and then I remember flying through the air. That is when I screamed. Then there was this peaceful moment when I could hear nothing, no birds, no screaming, no kids playing somewhere near the accident there was just this beautiful, peaceful silence.
I will miss her dearly, this little puppy that came into our lives so many years ago. To me she will always be that little puppy full of curiosity and joy! The sadness engulfs us now as we mourn her death, but we are remembering all of those wonderful things about her and being thankful that she came into our lives.
It’s not every day that a child is born who changes the way you are living to such a degree and in such a profound way that you have no idea what day it is or what time it is, and you don’t really care.
Have you ever lost something? An object, I mean – something perhaps that you cherish? I not so long ago lost a book. It was a wonderful book, entitled “Sing Them Home,” by Stephanie Kallos.
The Poets – Ginsberg, Ferlinghetti, Adrianne Rich – sat in the poet’s chair and spoke their poems and rhymed and sang their poems to men and women who clapped or snapped, who thanked the poet for the words.
So she, she has become the music, the swagger, the swing; she is making her way across the room, across an ocean of notes – tap, slide, rock back and forth, to and fro, up and down, below, below the charismatic smile that forms on her face.
Her face is chiseled; her piercing blue eyes rein you in, gather you up like flowers in a field and hold you in their warmth.
What would you do for someone you love? Would you jump off a bridge? Would you kill someone? Would you die for someone? Hard to answer.
He was dying. There was no doubt about that. The alcohol had poisoned his body and his mind. She in her fear knew if she couldn’t do anything for him now then that would the end of him.