A classmate went missing from his class
reunion only to be discovered later dead.
A response from a classmate reflecting on
the dead who he hadn’t seen in let’s say around
fifty years, in part, “A handful of us always seemed to be
competing. Good practice for the next 40 years.
The only competition left is who will outlive the other…..
and of course, who has the
brightest and best looking grandchildren……….need I
say more.” (He must have forgotten in his
old age that that was a question requiring a question mark
and there were way too many ellipses.) —- hmmmm,
probably written jokingly, but hmmmm…so…does shallower than a
kiddy pool in a drought come to mind,
and after fifty years no less? And when the last person living
reflects on his situation and what he has won
what will he have? Oh, yeah, loneliness.
Fifty years and still counting… still competing.
“Hey, guess what? I beat so and so and so
and so and so and so and so and old
whatshisface… and ….”
And if that classmate is the only one left standing
and cries, “Hey, I won!” into the void
will there be the sound of victory or just the sound of silence
from back in the 60’s? Oh, yeah, the most
beautiful and brightest grandkids: “Bye, bye
Grandpa,” as they go off to their futures without
much as a thought of him as he sits by himself
surrounded by all of his trophies.
Need he say more into the void (leaving only the question mark
he forgot the first time around),
about that shallow-as-a-kiddy-pool comment
on the death an old high school
classmate? Oh, yeah, in all fairness, he said it brought a tear
to his eye, too.