Beyond the mourning of bereavement

rew4er2nail


Today marks fourth anniversary of tragic deaths
an aching breaking heart – mine
remembers four extinguished breaths.

(dashed – not while riding off

in a white horse open sleigh,

but upon learning untimely demise
regarding prosperous family, whose small
plane crashed August 8, 2019.


They lived ~ three doors down from us
farther than one can toss a Buffalo nickelback.)

The victims included;
Jasbir Khurana, 60
(a professor of pathology
and laboratory medicine
at Temple University's
Lewis Katz School of Medicine)
;

Divya Khurana, 54 (a professor
of pediatrics and neurology
at the Drexel University
College of Medicine,
specializing in pediatrics, sleep)
;

and the couple's youngest daughter

Kiran Khurana 19 years old.

No words can assuage the deep sorrow,
this once upon a time neighbor
(I lived at 1148 Greentree Lane) experienced

disbelief, numbness, shock...

attendant by an irreparable loss of beloved,
and vacillated how to communicate
heartfelt (I cannot ex spleen) sympathy,
where words superfluous,

yet... if for that challenge alone,

an affinity with language

 

spurred impulse to focus upon
bountiness of joie de vivre

imbibed years gone by,
when every now and
again chance encounters

found yours truly (me)
in delightful company
regarding persons whose presence
imbued benevolence, kindness, warmth...

facilitating emotional philanthropy

 

influenced long term positive memories

to one experienced being
outcast, ostracized, offensive...

courtesy unfortunate series
of circumstances beyond my control,

which voiced unwelcome tension

sabotaged reaching quality politeness

displeased at unfriendly reactions

reflexively, maliciously, impetuously...

did little or no justice


toward conflict resolution

which altercations nearly,
quickly did segway profoundly
into unpleasant standoffs,
yes bias, bigotry, bitterness
begat bisel meshuga

acutely aware I loathe
uncouth actions regarding myself

and strive to remain
affable, cordial, friendly...,

 

hence an object lesson,
(albeit ex post facto)

to abide by my inner integrity,
ethos, dogma politesse...,

especially when pitted against

unsavory electric acid kool aid test

tis then urgently vital to remain

steadfast, and figuratively
turn the other cheek

particularly when populace


under severe duress

re: instigated by pathologically
belligerent, ill mannered, rude...

former president whose

set abhorrent precedence,

whereby people of nation follow suit,
yet this nonconformist only hopes
to affect positive within

webbed wide world at large.

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 8th, 2023 06:59
  • Category: Sad
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