We Used to Have it Good

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I wrote this the morning after I found out that my uncle died. It can also be a sort of sequel to Mr. Williams, if you want.

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We Used to Have it Good

Please rise…

"I have to tell you something…"

"What is it?"

"I'm sick…"

"…wha – what do you – what…?"

"Cancer. I have cancer."

A testimony of his life can be seen by the people that are here.

"What did the doctor say?"

"They're convinced I have good chances."

"That – that's good, right? How do you – how do you feel?"

"I'm okay. I'll be okay. We'll be okay. You'll see, I'll make it out okay…"

"Good."

He had many great friends and a good family. He was loved by those he held dear.

"I think I'll go rest a little, not feeling all that awesome. I'll be back by the time the guests arrive."

"O – okay. You do that. I'll come wake you up, don't worry about it."

"Thanks…"

Sure, these times will be difficult, but we must think of the good times that we had with him.

"They mentioned a chance of operation…"

"Would it help?"

"It's a 50/50 chance. I want to get a second opinion."

"How are you feelings?"

"I'm just a little tired, don't worry."

A loss always hurts.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it's okay."

"This wasn't supposed to happen."

"But it did."

"Stay a little longer?"

"Don't worry, I'll stay here."

"I'm so tired."

"Don't fight it, just close your eyes. Rest. You'll be okay."

"Yeah… yeah, you're right… I will…"

I'm sure he wouldn't want you to weep over his death, but instead to rejoice over his accomplishments. He carried himself with dignity and pride until the end.

"He didn't tell me."

"He didn't want you to know!"

"How – why – why not?"

"He didn't want you to worry."

"Well that's too fucking bad, eh? I was already worried anyways. I would have liked to know he was terminal!"

"Why?"

"What do you mean why?"

"Why would you have wanted to know?"

"Because!"

"Why, Matthew, why?"

"I would have planned our time differently…"

"Exactly. Maybe he didn't want you to be different. He wanted things to stay as normal as they could. He didn't want you to treat him differently."

"But he's gone now, how does that even help?"

"It doesn't, it just is…"

"It's not fair!"

"No one ever said that it was supposed to be."

We are gathered here today to remember the life of a dear friend, husband and brother. Throughout his short life, Gilbert Beilschmidt made many of us laugh and gave us courage during our struggles. May he continue to do so and watch over us from his final resting spot. May he find the rest that he so well deserves.

Please be seated.

OWARI

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Started writing: December 7th 2010, 3:58pm
Finished writing: December 7th 2010, 4:24pm
Started typing: January 5th 2011, 3:17pm
Finished typing: January 5th 2011, 3:35pm