Dear friends and family I write this inaugural blog having come to a realization I fear you may have as well. My life is utterly lacking these past few days, perhaps yours has too. At first the absence was innocuous, harmless even, as though I had not gotten enough sleep. But as the days wore on and my collection of dull, monochromatic hours amassed like unwanted and ugly dust in a corner a slow dawning took hold of my forlorn mind.
Yes dear readers, my Sam was gone. Flown afar to foreign shores to spread his exuberant mirth in foreign tongues to newly made foreign friends. Of little else I may be certain than the sense that the fabled Italian peninsula has no concept of the strange force now roaming uninhibited through its capital. Similarly I can be certain without concept they cannot have appreciation as I do. It is by this justification that I must demand the immediate extradition of my brother...or a Italia Air flight to correct this egregious error of proximity between us.
My sense of loss is difficult to put into the limited expanses of words and I am sure I am not the only one. If he must be gone then we must band tight and remind him frequently that we miss him. And also that he's more than a little bit of an ass for cosmopolitan foreign study abroad choices while leaving us to jury-rig a patch for the gaping hole in our days, our lives, and our hearts.
I urge your comments to confirm your belief that the present state of affairs is ultimately untenable and must be corrected post-haste.
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So it's not just me then. Clifford is depressed (or was until Autie rescued him), Beth and I are finding "other" things to talk about, lunches with Headley, Jon Stewert with Alex - will it ever stop.
ReplyDeleteSigh oh sigh of sighs, the frenetic craziness that makes up so much of the normal in our little circle is playing in a entirely new, well historically old, arena.