I have been thinking all day I was just about
to sprout green fur and take up residence in
a trash can on Sesame Street. Yes, I feel
a bit like soul sister of Oscar the Grouch.
I don’t like feeling this way. I have been
getting on my nerves so much I don’t
know whether I am coming, going
to just treading water.
I know – it is highly out of character
for someone so relentlessly optimistic
and open.
And then I remembered the date, and
remembered it is the anniversary of Tom’s
death – and then I remembered I need to
remember to cut myself slack like I do for
everyone else – and then I felt better.
The “bright sunshiney” side of me says,
“Oh, c’mon Julie – make today great in
Tom’s memory. Honor Tom by being
your usual self.”
The still-grieving side of me responds,
“What is usual about a 39-year-old man
dying?” or even clearer still “What is usual
about my beloved friend dying when
there was still so much of a life
left for him to live?”
I wrote a poem for Tom a while ago. I
performed it at “Les Femmes Artistes”
at Spotlight Theatre in January and I
will be performing it again at the Variety
Show at First Presbyterian Church in May.
I thought Tom would like it if I remembered
him here, again, through those very
heartfelt words.
Before I do that, though – do me a big favor
and tell your friends and SHOW your friends
how much you love them right now.
Write them a poem while they are alive.
Give them heart-to-heart hugs now.
Make an effort to visit your far-away friends.
Now, Tom’s Poem -
Tom, would you please get out of my face today?
Wait, I don’t mean it.
Come back, don’t leave me.
Don’t leave me.
First you sat down with us at Stuart Anderson’s
I heard myself order a Greyhound, how odd
How satisfying as it tickled my throat
I felt warmth in my neck and my shoulders
I realized the tension had left me as I
Relaxed and I knew, then, you were easing my tension
But throwing in that Crosby, Stills and Nash song
Now that was pure poetry
Hadn’t heard it in forever and a day and it was
So much a song of ours and Our House Which Never Was
Like the Rest of Your Life Which Never Was
Tom, would you please get out of my face today?
Wait, I don’t mean it.
Come back, don’t leave me.
Don’t leave me.
Then you decided to join me on stage
“Make my illness the Giant tonight and
See what happens… c’mon, Julie, do it!”
You whispered, I shrieked:
You evil beast, Cancer – you killed my FRIEND
You can NOT have my son – Ohhhhhhh
I HATE YOU!
Tom, would you please get out of my face today?
Wait, I don’t mean it.
Come back, don’t leave me
Don’t leave me
“Brave, now, Brave – you have it in you.”
You whispered as I heaved breath
I waited in the wings, filled myself with you
“You have my hair color now, silly.
Brave, steady, hold it hold it hold it
As I died onstage yet another time
I felt the life dripping out of my feet
And I felt your hands stroking my face
Whispering in my ears……
“You got it you got it you got it”
Tom, would you please get out of my face today?
Wait, I don’t mean it.
Come back, don’t leave me.
Don’t leave me.
Don’t
Leave
Me
The best way you can “not leave” is to stay
completely with your friends in the moments
you are together. Stay present to your
relationship – your love. Enjoy the moments
when your friends get in your face and the
moments when they are shy and hold back
and the moments in sacred silence and
the moments that feel like the energy is
bubbling up so much excitement
you are together, floating.
Cherish the presence of those whose lives
intersect with yours.
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Julie Jordan Scott is a Life Coach, Writer,
Actor, Spiritual and Creative Healer. Join
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Beginning the Journey together, April 11, 2005
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