(Right now, I’m focusing on my memoirist work that I’ll
call, simply, “Pictures of Tommy” -- all about my psychotic brother and his
legacy. If so inclined, please share, and tell me what you think. . . )
EULOGY, part 2 (con’t)
And how about this one, also by my brother, Tom Agnelli?
WORDS
Sighs and byes and
apple pies,
Lines and blinds and
sorry minds,
If your truths turn
black,
And you want to
attack,
You might find,
You want to unwind.
They say we’re
precious gold,.
And our lives will
unfold
And will make the scene
someday,.
If we re what we say.
Hey are you lonely
Haven’t got a friend?
Bettina’s got
something,
And it never seems to
end.
You go through all
your problems,
You know it hurts me
so,
But maybe it’s just my
issues,
And I wish they’d let
you go.
Brother Tom could be smart, funny, interesting – and
demanding, unreasoning, stubborn – but as his friend, Frank, always said, he
had this deep down optimism and would always bounce back.
But towards the end, Tommy’s physical health got to the
point of no return. His confusion
and anger about life – and his ambivalence about being alive – finally hit the
tipping point.
Here’s the last poem I’ll read – but there are so many more,
so many good ones that must be shared. . .
TRUTH
By Tom Agnelli
I laugh I cry
It’s too painful,
To say goodbye
I look around
I say a prayer
It’s hard to know that
You’re not there.
And yet there’s Heaven
In the sky
And I know where
my spirit lies
A part of me
Wants to be,
Let me let go
Set me free
Tommy, we hear you.
We understand. We love you. (I wrote this to be read on August 5,
2011, at his Saint Anastasia’s Church funeral mass. . .)
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