Everywhere That I’m Not

Spent yesterday in Real City, buying books — new and used —  for myself and the Spawn, and having dinner with commenter Pondering Pilgrim. While I was at the Frappuccino Preserve yesterday afternoon, I glanced up and my father walked across my line of sight.

Except it wasn’t, of course. Dad looked like a lot of guys over the course of his life, from Kenny Rogers in the 70s and 80s, through hints of Larry Niven in the late 90s to Sean Connery-cum-Santa in his last years. In some respects, then, it wasn’t that remarkable. And certainly, when Dad was alive, we spent enough time hanging around bookstores — a gift card to the local preserve was what he wanted for every holiday. But once again, I felt like reality had slipped slightly from its axis, snapping back into place less than a second later.

This morning, as I listened to Breakfast with the Beatles, Chris Carter played Gorge Harrison’s song, “All Things Must Pass.” I listened, and thought of yesterday. Because I believe what I believe, I am certain that some passages are transitory, and I wonder if moments like the one I had yesterday aren’t subtle expressions of that. In turn, I was reminded of still another favorite song of mine — Translator’s “Everywhere That I’m Not”. Like the speaker in the song, I’m learning that the lingering effects of loss appear in the most surprising places.

About profmondo

Dad, husband, mostly free individual, medievalist, writer, and drummer. "Gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche."
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1 Response to Everywhere That I’m Not

  1. dave.s. says:

    How ’bout Hemingway? Having been told I was a Kenny Rogers look-alike, I found a photo of the contestants in a Hemingway look-alike contest at a bar in Key West. Those are MY people, I thought. A number of them could have used my driver’s license for ID.

    For me also, after I lost my dad (after illness, and at 85, nothing like what happened for you), memories would come washing back at surprising times.

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