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Apr. 16th, 2024 12:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
somedayseattleIt’s not exactly a secret how much I hate April. As far as I am concerned April can be removed from all the calendars and replaced with the month of Bleen or Mopop or Crocodile. Most years I can do a pretty good job of losing track of the date. The downside of that are the years I stumble upon one of those dates completely by mistake and it guts me. Like right now.
Today is the anniversary of Ross a.k.a. Uncle OC taking his own life. It’s been two decades but yet I still cannot say his name or relate a story without completely breaking down. OC was an amazing human being. A true 1960s hippie and the wisest person I have ever known. The drugs we took, the wisdom he departed, still hold my soul as tightly as they did 25 years ago.
It was some random Saturday night and we were all gathered at OC and Liz‘s house. Me, ma-TOOL-a, Carmen and her daddy Jack (who is Liz‘s brother) David Larson and I’m sure I’m missing someone else. We were all sitting on the floor stoned out of our minds. Ross still an alcoholic and not cleaned up yet. He got off the floor and began the trek to the kitchen to grab us all drinks. He stopped his stride in the middle of all of these people and closed his eyes. he belted out a couple verses and the chorus of Bruce Springsteen’s ”The River”. We all sat in quiet amazement for the next three minutes. He reached a stopping point and exited to the kitchen. He came back to the living room handing out drinks to whomever wanted them. He sat down and we continued our drugfest as if nothing happened. It was an incredibly emotional performance that we, the audience, have spoken about/remembered so fondly all these years. Yet a week afterwards Ross didn’t remember it happened. For me it was a diamond moment shining in my dull lifetime. For Ross it was another Friday night hanging with his friends.
Tomorrow is Maynards birthday. Saturday is the 23rd anniversary of my dad‘s death.
Happy Bleen to you all.
Today is the anniversary of Ross a.k.a. Uncle OC taking his own life. It’s been two decades but yet I still cannot say his name or relate a story without completely breaking down. OC was an amazing human being. A true 1960s hippie and the wisest person I have ever known. The drugs we took, the wisdom he departed, still hold my soul as tightly as they did 25 years ago.
It was some random Saturday night and we were all gathered at OC and Liz‘s house. Me, ma-TOOL-a, Carmen and her daddy Jack (who is Liz‘s brother) David Larson and I’m sure I’m missing someone else. We were all sitting on the floor stoned out of our minds. Ross still an alcoholic and not cleaned up yet. He got off the floor and began the trek to the kitchen to grab us all drinks. He stopped his stride in the middle of all of these people and closed his eyes. he belted out a couple verses and the chorus of Bruce Springsteen’s ”The River”. We all sat in quiet amazement for the next three minutes. He reached a stopping point and exited to the kitchen. He came back to the living room handing out drinks to whomever wanted them. He sat down and we continued our drugfest as if nothing happened. It was an incredibly emotional performance that we, the audience, have spoken about/remembered so fondly all these years. Yet a week afterwards Ross didn’t remember it happened. For me it was a diamond moment shining in my dull lifetime. For Ross it was another Friday night hanging with his friends.
Tomorrow is Maynards birthday. Saturday is the 23rd anniversary of my dad‘s death.
Happy Bleen to you all.