As a boy I was surrounded by admirable men. They were brave and generous and I was happy. I grew older taking it all for granted and one day one of them died. I miss him, and felt lost and alone. It dawned that, following through all of my life the great trail of history blazed by people gentler and stronger than I, and with all of the future pressing from behind, I now found myself alone in the van, with nothing to do but find my courage, and pick up the spear, and go forward. Because, when heroes fall, they don’t leave a vacuum, they leave YOU, and the responsibility for the future.
So be it. I will try my best to be worthy of the giants I've followed. Now, Mitch McConnell, and Donald Trump, it is my joy to find you here victorious, opposing me, because I am the very point of the spear, baby, and I’m going through you like paper-mâché.
Here are short eulogies for Jerry Foodman, in the form of limericks.
ReplyDeleteMustangs in the Peace Corps:
I was taking a crap out of doors,
...a regular day in the Corps,
Along comes a plane
spat bullets like rain
’sploding shits, is the memory I formed.
Teaching the new kid to pay attention:
See that tiny bump on the plot?
"That big one? No, no that is not,
the small one I'm saying
is much more betraying
how much more to learn you have got.
The truth:
There's something I've just got to say
the man that I am today,
all that I can do
is for sure 'cause of you.
I just hope you'll be proud it's that way.
I once knew an old guy named Jerry,
whose life was rich and quite varied
He knew all the ropes,
wisdom and jokes,
and look at the woman he married!
I am trying to make a funny one but keep coming back to how much I love you Jerry.