someone's theme songA Poem by Tim SchulzIt was 1998 when my uncle died. Mad cow disease from deer semen injections as a child. Or so some now speculate. I was just turned 40, lucky all my life.
My father next, in 1999, a September solo; dozens of tiny cancers held hands in his lungs, like children in a ringaround, until they met as one and stopped his heart.
My mother, later, in December. Small strokes came after years of emphysema and fear of the outdoors. I said, I'll see her on the weekend. She died on a Wednesday.
I will forever remember the crack in my baby brother's voice.
Following quickly: great uncles, great aunts, Opas and omas and grandmothers and grandfathers. Mike died of diabetes. nana in her bed, cold one morning. George just stopped at 99.
I walk the point now, eldest and the first of the last ones standing.
Will I make the call or will someone call because of me? Will my voice crack or will someone inform the sibs that in all fairness, I was the first to fall? © 2011 Tim SchulzReviews
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2 Reviews Added on January 2, 2011 Last Updated on January 2, 2011 AuthorTim SchulzDeKalb, ILAbout63 years old, not looking for anything but to try my hand again with some old friends. more..Writing
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