Poetry / One Of Those...Moments

It was one of those…I can’t think of the word for it…moments
The kind that blindside you, and kill your buzz.
“Are you sitting down” She asked
“Mom, what’s wrong?”
“You should be siting down.” she said.
As I took my seat, The worst case scenario played itself out in my head.
I immediate conclusion was that Grandma was dead.
She was old. She’d been sick.
Everyone knew this, I had expected it.

This was one of those unexpected epiphany-like moments.
One for which I could not have prepared for.
“Your uncle, Rick, passed away last night,
He was found this morning, in his bead,
Face up, clutching his chest.” she said.
“Oh.”
Was all I could say, as I sighed with mild relief.
I had not known this man.
I never saw him before in my life
-No, I take that back, I may have met him once or twice, Nevertheless I do not recall it.-

This was one of those…powerful…no…meaningful..no…one of those…I dunno…moments.
Rick was a year or so younger than my father is now.
I realized his as I sat down,
Talking to my grieving mother, mourning the loss of her little brother.
I did not know Rick personally,
But in my wallet lives his obituary.
To remind myself that life is short,
To remind me to grab the bull by the horns,
To make every heartbeat count,
Because you never know which one could be your last.

So I didn’t need to sit down that day,
Not really,
I mean, emotionally I would have been fine.
Like I said before, I didn’t know the guy.
But I’m glad I did.
It was once of those…sobering moments

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