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his young brother

‘ He didn’t answer his phone that morning, even after I called a couple of times so I rang up the Doctor and we met over at Bronte, where he lived. I had a key. This was something we had discussed a few years ago. Him living alone as he did.

He was still in bed, lying on his back with his arms folded. I sleep that way myself.

But he was gone, he had died overnight.’

~

This cold old man lying properly dead,

his gnarled old arms crossed over, and the creased book he put aside earlier, for now

for him, forever unread.

His room’s breathing quiet, in observance still

of this good soul’s transference, now down to God’s will.

This faithful young brother, the father of fathers. The joker, the golfer – the man who competed without any rancour

– even when the card had its score in some other’s favour.

There is much to say of this man that I loved,

this good uncle, my ¬†father’s¬†young brother.

And I still owe you Col, and I will pay,

– the next time the Randwick Greens rule the day.

5 Comments Post a comment
  1. davo's liver #

    Getting old is not for wimps Pete. You too notice how the older you get the more people around you wake up dead? What’s the deal with that?

    August 20, 2012
  2. ‘wake up dead’, davo – now there’s a mystery in three short words mate – it doesn’t matter how many books have been written, we all have our own car crash coming.

    August 20, 2012
  3. davo's liver #

    Tripped me out the first time I heard it.

    I was hoping to at least leave a good looking corpse but at this point it looks like I’ll have to settle for well used.

    August 21, 2012
  4. prawn #

    Looks like we are all getting to that stage in life where you “stop going to weddings and start going to funerals”.
    I find sometimes a very small part of the grief is the realisation of your own mortality.
    Sounds like a good mate Pete
    Amicus verus est rara avis – A true friend is a rare bird

    August 21, 2012
  5. that he was

    August 21, 2012

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