
Mark was an equestrian (they hailed from the great state of Texas) and the family had several horses. He taught me to ride their monstrous quarter horse, “Old Blue”, who while seemingly gentle most of the time, found opportunities here and there to either rub my leg into fence posts, trees and other obstacles, or throw me over fences by inexplicably charging them, feigning the intent to jump them, and then coming to grinding halt. Mark would howl with laughter, and eventually I join in and get back up on the beast. Soon he had me barrel racing as well. I, in turn, brought the world of herpetology into his life (I kept dozens of snakes in my bedroom growing up. Mom loved it, Dad…not so much.). We looked for reptiles and amphibians everywhere and even took a road trip way down south to catch species not found living north of that state. On the way back from that trip on some desolate south Carolina highway, we were pulled over by a trooper I swear was convinced he had two hippies with a car full of weed. He was stunned (perhaps a little horrified) to find the bags in the back were filled with snakes we’d found, not Mary Jane. He and another trooper who showed up for the show let us go with a warning.

During my life, friends, family and acquaintances die. Some were overdoses, heart attacks, car accidents, disease…it happens. We live, we die. The news hurts, and we feel grief. There are condolences and the clichés such as “live each day like it’s your last”, “tell that special someone that you love them”. Sometimes we do, sometimes we don’t. Somehow though, I think many of us, while we attend the ceremonies around death that our Western culture bestows on us, we have this strange feeling we are different. Invincible, immortal. We won’t die. Or we’ll live to a record old age and pass away silently into the night, oblivious. I confess to feeling this way from time to time, having dodged major disease or serious accidents so far. Good genes, good luck, sure. Invincible? Get real. No "Unbreakable" here.
News of Mark’s death was different than any other. I felt like I had been punched in the gut, and sat motionless as I listened to the news of his passing. I immediately called Mark’s mom, and was surprised at her strength and resolve in the face of this tragedy. Afterwards, I called his sister, and at that moment I realized that Mark and I had never really parted ways. I could hear his voice in hers, his laughter in hers, the stories, all shared, poured out between us. Mark was a good man, and made a difference in this world. He was fiercely loving and protective of his only child, a son, and was loved by many.

I offered Mark’s sister to write down some anecdotes and make the pictures available to his son, but I think he’d appreciate having the guitar his Dad once played along to Black Sabbath’s War Pigs and Paranoid. For me it’s mostly memory and played little, but I think his son would appreciate it, and perhaps he’s a player himself, and could strum a few notes that would ring of his father's voice. Regardless, the gift is not the guitar, but Mark reaching out through the cosmos and telling me something very important. I am NOT invincible, and I will die someday. Any time, any day. Steve Job’s once said “Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there.” Yeah, but you have no choice about the dying, and heaven is up to faith at this point. I need to remember that. Mark’s long waited “Hello old friend” wasn’t what I expected, but I heard him loud and clear.
Maybe I won’t live each day like it’s my last, or tell everyone on the street that I love them, but there are things I can do, must do, and some things I need to stop doing like right now. It was a hell of a wake up call, this shout out from the Other Side. Someday, we’ll be chasing snakes again. John Donne had it right in his sonnet Death Be Not Proud: "...And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery...". You rest in peace, Brother.
Be well…
What a wonderful remembrance you have written John. It is evocative, gentle, and true.
ReplyDeleteMade me remember some of my oldest and closest friends too and prompts me to reach out to them.
Thank you for this.
I saw your comment on Jim Wright's blog post "Winning Civilization" and followed the link from your profile to here.
ReplyDeleteThis touching memorial to your friend shows you have much depth and promise as a writer in my opinion. I wish to offer you encouragement to continue.
I also offer my condolences on your loss.
Be well.
Thank you Mike. I think I have much to learn from Jim W. He knows how to reach a broad audience. Somehow, we must learn to invoke positive action from our thoughts...
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