Monday, April 23, 2012

Goodbyes

 My family moved quite a lot when I was a girl. My Grandpa and Grandma's farm was the home port, the anchor in my childhood when I was moving (yet again!) to a new town. I went to stay for long stretches each summer but at the end of the long, hot, lazy days of eastern Oklahoma it was time to say goodbye to all my friends-- once more. It was never easy.
One particular adult friend used to say he hated goodbyes and simply refused to say it. He'd grin, give me a hug and say, "See you later, kid." 
As I grew older, I had many more goodbyes (as do we all, yeah?)... Goodbye to high school friends when leaving for college. Goodbye to college friends when heading out into the "real" world, to grow up, have a life. As an adult, my friends would get jobs in other cities, grandparents passed away, etc., etc. 
It's never any easier: leaving, coming, going, farewell, goodbye, passing by, see ya. 
 The big goodbyes are emotional hurricanes or tornadoes that leave a trail of detritus -uprooted trees, eroded shores, a changed landscape. The small goodbyes do not litter the yesterdays and todays with the same force but the horizon shifts nonetheless. 
 
And then there are the goodbyes we don't want to acknowledge- leaving it to others to mourn, to adjust to burnt pastures.  

 But sometimes it is important to stop and give a nod to the passing of a stranger or the loss of an acquaintance- their lives were threads in the tapestry that makes up our lives. Recently two such people have passed away in my corner of the world and I thought I would pay tribute by telling you a bit about them.
   One was a shy but needy individual who visited the library almost daily and she called two- or three- or even four times a day with questions about her due dates, to order music, to double-check what she had checked out. Whether she had just been in to see us or not. Really she called to have someone to talk to. And we, those of us who work at my branch, were that someone.  
We joked about her need, coarsely wisecracking that her quota of calls had maxed out like the limit of CDs she could take home. But when she stopped calling one day, stopped picking up her holds, stopped asking for receipts for items she returned and stopped asking, "could I bother you to check one more thing...", we wondered where she was, where was our shy bird who smiled in relief when you said more than a short "is this it today?",  who lit up when you asked her how she enjoyed the movie, the retro music?
When the word came that she had passed, even those least affected by her passing sadly gazed on the empty spot she once held in our little community. 
Goodbye Laura Brazeal-Nudelman. 
 The other was a dotty old gentleman, as rickety as the house in my pictures. He rattled around the neighborhood, trash or some other treasure he'd found in the alleys and gutters bursting past the seams of the covered cart that rambled behind him.   
I never spoke to him, shy (or suspicious?) of the outstretched hand, we'd been told to steer clear. Owns half the block, the landlord pointed. Stay off the land, he'll be after you, shaking sticks and making a fuss. Might call the police.  Even kids. (A nearby heart sank as visions of expeditioning the property were dashed.
But rumors of his stubborn fight with the city were passed from one door to the next.
 The city would love to take over his property, develop it. Probably put up a highrise amidst the glass monstrosities that reflect on to his unkempt yard. Get rid of the eyesore of a house. But he won't let go. Not Joe. He wants to screw The Man. Up yours! his boarded windows yell. Bugger off... the unhinged door squawks.

Till one day, he closed his eyes and they never reopened.

He was a fighter, that Joe. A man who wouldn't take the 30 silver coins to make the load easier. He'd rather dive for scraps than sell out to the movers and shakers. I never spoke to him, never shook his hand. But I admire him. He was a human among men- or perhaps better said, mice.
Goodbye Joe.
(It's never easy to say goodbye.)  

19 comments:

  1. He sounds like an amazing old man, full of spirit and fight.

    Goodbyes are never easy, you are so right!

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    1. He wasn't a terribly easy person to live next to. Definitely a character but I think just the fact that he hung on to that property when there was so much pressure to sell... yup, amazing.

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  2. Wow -- I read this at work, blaming the tears on alergies. People are amazing and they are no different. One shy and needing human contact the other full of vinegar and chasing it away.

    Goodbyes are always hard for me too.

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    1. I always blame watery eyes on allergies or migraine so I know just what you mean. Glad you liked it, that it moved you.

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    1. Thanks Zella! Hope things are well in your neck of the woods! ;)

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  4. Our world and society would be so much poorer without people like this amongst us.

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  5. What a moving and heartfelt post!

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  6. It definitely is never easy to say goodbye. Thanks for sharing joe's story with us.

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    1. I wish I actually knew more to tell you! Right now his house sits empty and we're all kinda waiting, breathless, to hear what will happen to it.

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  7. I've had some of the toughest goodbyes this year. Never easy. Always final.

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    1. Thanks for the comment, Liz. I kind of hoped you wouldn't stop by for this one. I was afraid it would be too fresh.

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  8. This was a beautiful post. I never met your shy bird, but my eyes teared up. There are so many lonely people in the world...and god bless the people who take a few moments out of their busy days to say more than a hello or goodbye. :-) Lovely.

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    1. Thank you so much and thank for stopping by Teresa!

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  9. I love knowing about people like this. People who might be forgotten one day, but who help knit the community together in one way or another during their lifetime. This was a wonderful tribute.

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  10. These people sound such characters, they will live on in everyone's hearts and minds. Lovely post.

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  11. What lovely words you put with your photos. You painted the picture with them as beautifully. Joe sounds like quite the character. I like that old house.

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