Adapted from a song of the same title written by Cabana Boy Q as a tribute to our dear nephew, who passed too soon at age 23.
Good-bye, my son,
Farewell, my child;
We parted ways too soon.
You graced your way into our lives,
Reveled and rebelled and rumbled,
At once gloriously, odiously, and tremendously.
Together our families gathered annually,
During the Christmas holidays mostly.
But there were family reunions occasionally.
Ciao, my son,
Adios, my child,
So many ways to say adieu.
The void is still unreal, surreal,
Unwanted legacy of lingering longing
For the sound and sight of your liveliness.
Too many losses in such a short span;
This is one story that can’t be spun
To end with you still being around.
Good night, my son,
Peace out, my child;
I’m left with a blistered heart.
Gift from Dillon who crafted it when he was in grade school
First day you brought joy,
Sweet child of the universe,
Your last day sorrow.
In between fun times
Mixed with mischief and good deeds,
Crushed to see you go.
Words, Music, and Video by Cabana Boy Q ©2019
Christmas is almost here
It’s a time for all to rejoice
But why O Lord is my heart so heavy
For someone we love was taken by choice
For you took him and we ask why the good dies young
Just as we finally begin to understand what we have
Then suddenly it disappears from our sight, our grasp
And we find ourselves alone, miserably sad
But we turn to the sky, we glance upon that shining star
We begin to feel that love and we start to remember
As the birth of Christ is now upon us
We are never alone, we will always be together
It’s Christmas now and its forevermore
That darkness in us has brightened again
For the souls we thought we had lost
Have always been here, our loved ones and friends
Christmas is not a time for spite or anger
It’s not to question and walk astray
Because Love has never truly left us
For we will all join them someday
Live your life,
Merry Christmas to all,
And let your soul shine bright
In Memoriam Matthew E. MacGregor
Since that one night past;
Morning after was hard to bear
Until nothing was left to bare;
Your voice I can still hear,
Though you are far from here;
But I continue to wait,
As I carry the weight,
Knowing you said bye
That I can’t buy.
“I am always by your side,”
I heard you sighed.
Sliding down my cheek,
Fresh tears fall,
First thing in the morning,
My own mourning dew,
As I think of you.
Start of a new day,
Feeling like a stray,
Still mourning after,
No sense of next chapter,
Scheduled for more sorrow,
Until I’m drained
Of life itself,
Only then will be true farewell.
A surprisingly good film starring Johnny Depp as a college English professor, who finds out that he has cancer discovered too late. After treatment would buy him only one year to live. If left untreated, he would have six months at most. So, he feels F—-D. As he tries to process it, he goes back to feeling the same thing: F—-D. Soon after he’s learned his fate, he decides to share the news with his small family at dinner time. But, before he gets a chance to do so, his daughter says she has something to say. After her somewhat surprising news, his wife tells him something life changing as well. With news that seem to match the gravity of his situation, he decides to live out what’s left of his days a little differently. Make that a lot differently. The movie then builds on a series of life changing events in the classroom, campus, and home. There are both funny and sad moments that showcase Depp’s noteworthy acting abilities. It’s worth a view.
I lost my way,
So I ran away,
Ventured too far,
Got in a stranger’s car.
Through my folly,
I’ll never see my family,
If only I can backtrack,
But the dead can’t come back.
What went up quickly, now stays down mostly.
In years past every weekend
Was wearing the latest trend.
Now it’s reading through the daily
To see who’s who in the obituary.
Shopping used to be for the frivolous,
Fun, fabulous, and more,
Now it’s become problematic,
To even find a ride to the store.
Eenie, meenie, minie, moe,
Catch the devil on my toe,
Should we stay, or should we go?
Where I point will be our destiny,
A place for us to spend eternity.
Let me serve you a deliciously deadly meal,
So we can rest together for real.
I’ll put on a red flannel teddy,
After supper, we’ll go to beddie,
And go with the flow and just be ready . . .
She inhales, deeply. Then coughs. A lot. Her eyes almost pop out. Slowly, she feels the effects. She inhales again, knowing another bout of coughing is inevitable. But the sweet pain shooting through her lungs is worth it for she’s sensing herself relaxing. She relishes the moment; she doesn’t have much time left. Her insides start to rebel, while from the outside her body becomes more still. What a sensation. So, this is death by smog.