Funky Music

Play that funky music white boy.

Lay down the boogie and play the funky music.......until you die.

What if you don't play any funky music?

What if someone else plays the Funky Music?

Do you still die?

Death…death weighs on me this week.

"How do you mourn the loss of a brother? " He asked.

Ask Amy. No one knows better than Amy how to mourn that kind of loss. But my friend asked me, not Amy. Amy would have had the answer. But he doesn't know Amy so he asked me.

Did I have the answer?

Do I have the answer?
I cried, I told him. I cried but that didn't help. I wrote a poem I told him. I wrote a poem but that didn't help. I didn't know how to mourn the loss of a brother so that's what I told him.

How do you mourn the loss of a brother? How do you mourn the loss of a friend? My friend, his brother…both gone but I didn't hear any funky music.

Losing a parent is tough but if you are mature and they have lived a long and good life, you expect to lose your parents. It hurts and you cry or you play tough and you don't cry but you hurt.

Losing a brother? Somehow that's different…more personal…a brother...my brother…his brother…your brother…your sibling… a child… they are part of your soul and  buried deep within your heart…they are expected to be there…they have always been there…why would they leave…now?

They weren't playing any funky music.

Amy's brother played Opera...Classical...Musical

Maybe God played the funky music or someone, some angel, some devil, maybe one of them, maybe all of them just turned on the funky music and my brother…his brother…Amy's brother…my friend…maybe they are in another dimension trying to turn it off.

Losing a friend…hurts the heart…confuses the mind.

Mike died?

Was he playing funky music with my friend's brother?

Did Mike have a brother? No brother to be confused about mourning? Sure I'll mourn for Mike. That's easy for me. He was a friend…a good friend…But Mike needs a brother…a brother to have a slice of his heart cremated and buried. A slice of his heart to be cremated and buried like my heart was sliced and buried… like Amy's heart was sliced and burned...like my friend's heart is being sliced and buried.

A brother is gone.

A friend is gone.

Another piece of the heart is gone.

Please someone…turn off the funky music.

                                                                                               S. Beatty/7-19-11