I stare sometimes into a starry night and I swear I can see forever. I can see broken children of the Holocaust, the Black slaves being tossed off slave ships into a watery death. Sometimes I see my brother, eyeless, and destroyed by the insidious effects of diabetes. My father visits me in the pitched night and wants to know how life is going after his death fifty years ago. The mind works in strange ways.
What keeps an old depressed man going? My wife of over twenty years, Debbie, has been my rock and I would take a bullet for her. I would crawl through broken shards of glass for her as she would for me. We are tied to the same rope, the same love we’ve had since our chance encounter. For me, life is serendipitous. I see no God reaching his finger down and stopping the slaughter of children, the rape of women, and the unspeakable collective Catholic molestation. If ever there was a God he’s skipped town and is now living on an island paradise as a sea turtle. Sea turtles are smart and non-aggressive. The earth is my home and always will be until my body is purified by the crematorium fire. My ashes will be blown in the wind whipping through Cape Hatteras for I am a fish and I must return from whence I came.