I wonder how it is you "know" so much. I read this thinking "he's been close to that edge..." and perhaps you have chosen to be on your "next time". This is brilliant. I could see it visually, like a movie, but you know this, you wrote it. You are tapped in somewhere and I am glad you are sharing what you know. I can't conceive that it's that you're just a great writer. There is so very much I want to say and I just don't know how. When my time comes it will be like this and someone will say to me "remember that story you read by your friend, Bret, well that was just the beginning...." As for the "next time" not too sure I'm coming back here; too hard. Thank you.
At 76, I recognize the finite nature of my time here. That awareness stirs reflection—on where I’ve wandered, what I pursue now, and what horizon might await. I ask the questions, knowing I’ll never hold the answers.
How I loved reading this. Almost all of it is in sync with my own beliefs - except for the last line "Next time I'll try and do better." There will be no next time for me - I am not coming back to do another earth life. Maybe on another planet, in another galaxy, in another life form - maybe. I read this twice. I have a feeling I'm going to read it everyday for quite sometime.
Bret, this would make for a remarkable series on cable. Unfortunately, they would probably mess it up, not giving you 100% freedom on how it would be done. It feels good to me to know that I am not the only human that believes how I believe and what I believe. This is just brilliant.
Wow, that was a morning wake up adventure. i cried. Proud to say that because for thirty plus years of this life i wasn’t able to. Now i am able to experience my emotions, not be them or act them out but own them. With the great fortune of being an old man with a 16 year old son all of your tale is extremely poignant. A few of the last words my father, who wasn’t afraid to go, said to me were “it’s our job to do better by our children than our parents did by us” and then he left. Thanx as always. Reading, listening to you and being able to comment to you gives me more joy than i can say. So with great comfort in the great trip this time and place is and has been here’s a toast to the next trip whenever it’s time. Peace Out.
Beautiful essay. Made me think beyond today's challenges. Now, I'll go listen to some jazz.
I wonder how it is you "know" so much. I read this thinking "he's been close to that edge..." and perhaps you have chosen to be on your "next time". This is brilliant. I could see it visually, like a movie, but you know this, you wrote it. You are tapped in somewhere and I am glad you are sharing what you know. I can't conceive that it's that you're just a great writer. There is so very much I want to say and I just don't know how. When my time comes it will be like this and someone will say to me "remember that story you read by your friend, Bret, well that was just the beginning...." As for the "next time" not too sure I'm coming back here; too hard. Thank you.
At 76, I recognize the finite nature of my time here. That awareness stirs reflection—on where I’ve wandered, what I pursue now, and what horizon might await. I ask the questions, knowing I’ll never hold the answers.
How I loved reading this. Almost all of it is in sync with my own beliefs - except for the last line "Next time I'll try and do better." There will be no next time for me - I am not coming back to do another earth life. Maybe on another planet, in another galaxy, in another life form - maybe. I read this twice. I have a feeling I'm going to read it everyday for quite sometime.
Bret, this would make for a remarkable series on cable. Unfortunately, they would probably mess it up, not giving you 100% freedom on how it would be done. It feels good to me to know that I am not the only human that believes how I believe and what I believe. This is just brilliant.
Thanks, again, for holding up the mirror.
Barbara
Wow, that was a morning wake up adventure. i cried. Proud to say that because for thirty plus years of this life i wasn’t able to. Now i am able to experience my emotions, not be them or act them out but own them. With the great fortune of being an old man with a 16 year old son all of your tale is extremely poignant. A few of the last words my father, who wasn’t afraid to go, said to me were “it’s our job to do better by our children than our parents did by us” and then he left. Thanx as always. Reading, listening to you and being able to comment to you gives me more joy than i can say. So with great comfort in the great trip this time and place is and has been here’s a toast to the next trip whenever it’s time. Peace Out.
good story, Bret. thanks.