Passages: In Lieu of Flowers

You first. One always goes before the other.

Now how, exactly, am I gonna go first now?… Sorry, you got me my friend, it was “you” who went first. Oh my friend, there are no obits.

At least none that do not begin with the other.

Yes, Yes, the difficulty of beginning, about which JD will have taught us so much. How does one begin to mourn, to remember, to confront the other’s passing?

Begin? Not to mention find the middle, the passage. For to begin such a mourning would mean to affirm that indeed it unfolds as a passage.

We can remember and repeat that later on. When we forget: that any such confrontation is an encounter with a flow that must be navigated. And that a saying such as this, which can be repeated, can help with the navigation of such a passage.

There is death, what else is there to say?