One of the
things that most suck about Ogiichan’s death is that he’s not here anymore.
It may sound
obvious but that’s what it means to miss someone isn’t it? When that person is
no longer here or there or wherever you are.
He was one of
the few people I really had time for.
And by that I
mean you could sit quietly in his presence and not look at the clock.
Not even think
about it (tock).
Just enjoy them
being there and you being there as well.
There are people
I can’t be bothered with walking around. I play games to make their time go
faster. Like I pretend there’s a soundtrack playing behind their movements so I
can imagine them as a “part” in a scene of a movie or a music video. I erase them
out of existing for themselves to exist for my pleasure only. It’s completely
self-engrossed and not something that I’m proud of.
But you have to
admit, there are moments in life which are listless because of the time you
have to share with such people.
It was never the
case with that man.
Because he was
happy not to be bothered. Happy to not hold our attention. Happy to be around even
for no discernible reason. Didn't mind if we remembered him but was always glad
when we did. He was happy to watch the birds outside and the flowers grow.
Not many of us
are like that because I want to be heard. I want everything to be about me and
if it’s not then it should be. I like to imagine others existing for me to
watch, its our narcissistic trade. I miss being in a room with him because he
brought me calm.
He held back the
tides of time just by being there.
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