Wednesday, December 03, 2014

James McEnteer :
Just passing through


Three human beings, who have given my own life color and joy, are gone now, fallen like leaves from deciduous branches.

just passing through
Lone horseman riding through Tucson, circa 1880. Photo by Ricardo Small. Image from Anywhen.com.
By James McEnteer | The Rag Blog | November 1, 2014
My brother died last year. He was a gentle soul, devoid of personal ambition. He led a quiet life, leaving few footprints. When he could, he assisted people who sought his help. When he was no longer financially or physically able, none of those he helped came to his aid, but others did. His friends supported him lovingly, just because he needed it. Their generosity illuminated his final days. When those friends and I have passed on, all memory of my brother will disappear. Then he will be truly dead.
My friend Bill died eight years ago at age 60. It was amazing he lived so long because at nineteen he broke his neck. After two years in the hospital, he spent the rest of his life in a wheelchair. From his mid-chest downward, his body was numb, useless flesh. He had limited use of his arms and couldn’t make a fist.
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