for the last time, yesterday around noon, we rode together again-
silence steals tangible, but in my grasp again we talked-
on the way to dad, this time II at the wheel, we laughed again-
Ere three, these two were soon to be, again-
another grave reminder; because often I forget-
but probably never again...
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
pictures
I saw pictures of Kieron tonite...of when Kieron was Keek. Whoever left them on our kitchen counter had no idea what emotions they unveiled.
His smile was completely contagious, and if you were near it, you too would be infected.
Tonite I'd give my heart away to be in the same room looking at Keek's smile. I want him back...
His smile was completely contagious, and if you were near it, you too would be infected.
Tonite I'd give my heart away to be in the same room looking at Keek's smile. I want him back...
Thursday, March 17, 2011
3/18/2011
So it's done...your second birthday away.
Didn't see dad, or mom, or any siblings on the 50th year of you.
B-day presents bro...
Such is the sad reality presented when we're presented by death.
Lively occasions - remarkable days like the half-century mark of a birth - don't play out.
Fuck the whole notion
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
50
The eve of your 50th birthday Kieron.
With you, I envision a reflective Thursday, drinking Jameson's and engaging in another colorful conversation.
Without you, I'll still reflect... and I'll continue to miss you, your insight, your unique outlook on life.
I'll reflect on the impact and influence you had on me. I hate using the past tense because it reminds me of your absence. Also because it's not accurate; your influence guides me every day. Tomorrow will be no different.
Nevertheless, happy birthday.
I miss you.
I love you.
Michael
Friday, March 11, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
March 2011
When an acquaintance, even a new one, relates to me a moment with their brother I grab a hold. When I hear a story about a brother, I instantly become the best audience this storyteller could ever imagine having. Please reveal a happenstance that allows me to imagine you.
I miss you brother, our times and more than anything those which should have occurred.
My promise: this year, beginning with 3/2011, I will make moments that carry on your essence. As time accumulates, your stamp on life will be revived and celebrated instead of the alternative...I will not let what you stood for fade away.
The cruel reality of your fate will never rest easy in me...at times, most of the time, I cannot find peace without having you here.
It saddens me to watch my children fight. While their not old enough to cherish it yet, in time they will understand that a brother's bond is one of life's greatest strengths.
I love you Kieron.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
"Life"
Thoughts that wouldn't otherwise derive permeate my mind tonight.
Reason being, life has taken a dimented twist over the last five years, particularily in the last year and especially tonight, the one year mark - to this very hour - of Kieron's death.
Tonight the word life is at my mind's forefront. It needs a new meaning, an altogether different name. Because until recently a large part of life was Kieron. That's over now, and it's not easy redefining it.
Thoughtful ones might suggest Kieron's death, and death itself, is part of life. They're right...it's hard to argue, unless you knew Kieron. If you knew Kieron there's a retort, a natural rebuttal: Kieron was life. At least the one I knew.
His senseless passing convolutes its entire meaning.
In this circle the life I understand lacks luster. He was so full of it and it so full of him that its mere mention sounds foreign.
Life less Kieron must be renamed. Now as it stands, a great deal of its significance left.
Reason being, life has taken a dimented twist over the last five years, particularily in the last year and especially tonight, the one year mark - to this very hour - of Kieron's death.
Tonight the word life is at my mind's forefront. It needs a new meaning, an altogether different name. Because until recently a large part of life was Kieron. That's over now, and it's not easy redefining it.
Thoughtful ones might suggest Kieron's death, and death itself, is part of life. They're right...it's hard to argue, unless you knew Kieron. If you knew Kieron there's a retort, a natural rebuttal: Kieron was life. At least the one I knew.
His senseless passing convolutes its entire meaning.
In this circle the life I understand lacks luster. He was so full of it and it so full of him that its mere mention sounds foreign.
Life less Kieron must be renamed. Now as it stands, a great deal of its significance left.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
2010 and Kieron Finnegan
Saturday, Jan 8th 2011 - 5 days away.
3/17/10; summertime 2010; fall and football 2010, holiday season 2010...2010 and all of its precious milestones differed.
The list of reasons that make death (especially a young, inexplicable one) unfair is neverending. What saddens me of late is one's legacy, or memorialization. As time passes since one's last day, he/she is discussed less and less...and so the memory tends to fade.
Maybe, hopefully I'm wrong, and the reason we talk less about Kieron since 1/13/2010 is because the sting of the loss lessens.
Kieron's legacy is no more championed by me than anyone else that loved him. But I cry out and this my promise: the more time multiplies, bigger becomes the room in my heart and mind for treasuring him.
Kieron Go Bragh, and ever.
3/17/10; summertime 2010; fall and football 2010, holiday season 2010...2010 and all of its precious milestones differed.
The list of reasons that make death (especially a young, inexplicable one) unfair is neverending. What saddens me of late is one's legacy, or memorialization. As time passes since one's last day, he/she is discussed less and less...and so the memory tends to fade.
Maybe, hopefully I'm wrong, and the reason we talk less about Kieron since 1/13/2010 is because the sting of the loss lessens.
Kieron's legacy is no more championed by me than anyone else that loved him. But I cry out and this my promise: the more time multiplies, bigger becomes the room in my heart and mind for treasuring him.
Kieron Go Bragh, and ever.
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