Small tribute to a fallen colleague

It’s been a bit of a rough go in the theatre community lately; too many stories of inoperable brain tumours, incurable cancer, and inescapable car crashes. One colleague was wise enough to re-schedule his flight and go to the hospital. He later learned that had he gotten on that airplane, he would almost certainly have died.

It’s made the world feel very dangerous suddenly.

 

Everyone came out to play today.
Except M. of course, because yesterday she died
“Was killed” was the exact terminology
Just like that.
Gone.
Wiped off the earth.
This life!
So strong. So fragile.
Contradictory states, yet both true.
Like light being both a wave and particle.
Like the egg that can’t be crushed when pressure is one way
And fractures irreperably when it’s another.
 
My mother voice wants to give an rss feed of continous cautionary instruction
  • Buckle your seat belts
  • Come to a full stop at all the stop signs
  • Go to the doctor when that voice says “Thing here aren’t right.”
  • Tape bubble wrap around your body
  • Put on  a helmet 
  • Look both ways before you cross the street.
  • Don’t swim alone
  • Exercise caution
  • Trust your instincts
  • Wear socks without holes so people don’t think I’m a bad mother.  
Okay, forget that last one.
The hard truth that my mother voice knows and won’t say is
You might do everything right and it still won’t be enough
To keep you safe
To keep you alive
To make your dreams come true.
Because safety is an illusion that we use to get through the day
And these things might save you, they also might not.
It’s a game of odds. Sometimes you do win the lottery.
But sometimes the prize sucks.
 
What I know is
I will miss your “Doing fine for an old boot.”
When you weren’t anything like an old boot
But I enjoyed the picture anyway.
I hope there’s a sunny softball field on the other side of that veil for you,
I don’t even know why I think you play softball.
Maybe you’d prefer a stage with a company that’s bringing a brilliant show that’s got their own technicians and whose reputation has assured you a sell-out house.
Whatever it is, I hope it’s there for you.
You deserve it.
 
The cherry blossoms came out today.
So did the evergreen clematis blooms.
The finches preened themselves before checking out the latest bird houses.
Sunlight sparkled on the water outside my office window.
Spring finally arrived.
And everyone came out to play
Except for M.
And a few others.
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About Tentative Equinox North

Theatremaker, Homemaker, Thoughtmaker. Great hair, Probably looking forward to my next nap.
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2 Responses to Small tribute to a fallen colleague

  1. whatatragiccomedy says:

    That was beautiful. I especially loved this portion.

    “The hard truth that my mother voice knows and won’t say is
    You might do everything right and it still won’t be enough
    To keep you safe
    To keep you alive
    To make your dreams come true.
    Because safety is an illusion that we use to get through the day
    And these things might save you, they also might not.
    It’s a game of odds. Sometimes you do win the lottery.
    But sometimes the prize sucks.”

    Is it alright with you if I add it to a collection I keep of quotes and things and sometimes put on my blog?

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