Always Reforming

Originally written on 12/09/17. Like yesterday I recall That Christmas day, That thief, That cheat, That day that stole you from me, From us. Yesterday I tried  To imagine how life Would be If you had never been sick, I couldn't do it, Come to think, I never really knew that kind of life, Such a simple life, So uncomplicated by Blood clots and Coumadin and Extended hospital stays, All I know for certain is that I would be different And people would get along differently If you were still here. Yesterday  It struck me What this year means, 28-years-old, 14 before, 14 after, Motherless for exactly Half my life, A milestone  Marked by tears, A journey Marked by tattoos and Turmoil and Bad decisions and Opportunities for growth. What a strange way to end a poem, So confusing and open-ended, But that's just how this works.

Phil, so weak and decrepit that he had to perform (admirably enough) from a chair VS Andrea, his voice still powerful and his posture almost impossibly impeccable. Rock, ranging from pop to progressive VS Opera, classical, jazz, pop, and more, all sung in multiple languages and accompanied by a full orchestra. Die-hard fans, raucous though aging, from all backgrounds VS Impressed Spectators, primarily from the upper crust of society. This has been one of the busiest and most interesting weeks of my life, and it was highlighted by an unlikely juxtaposition. I had the unique (for someone like me anyway) opportunity to attend two concerts at Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse (a large venue in Cleveland) in the same week.  On Tuesday night it was my all-time favorite band, Genesis, followed on Thursday night by world-renowned tenor, Andrea Bocelli.  A strange confluence of events led to this opportunity.  Seeing Genesis live has long been atop my musical bucket list, so I purchased nosebleed tick