Life is funny how we many times take it for granted or the speed at which your time on this planet can end. You have to wonder where does our soul go. I guess when you look at the size of the universe and the immense beauty of the billions of galaxies and trillions of stars just in our known dimensions – the idea of heaven and hell – pure love and pure evil – is beyond our human comprehension. I must confess I was trying to solve a problem and doing the calculation with the best guess estimate I could come up with, and I heard the news of Mr. “p” passing.
Who is “Mr. p?” he is a man that did his best to teach he English, gave me rides to school and was a lifelong friend of my parents. He always wanted me to call him by his first name, and he would get annoyed with me saying his formal last name, so a few months ago he needed some help and the moniker “Mr. p” came out. He seemed to like that.
“you can’t be master p, cause a rapper has that, but Mr. p has a nice ring to it, no?”
So Mr. p is gone from this planet, and I pray he might find his idea that after death there is nothing, is a pleasant surprise when something far more significant than what we see and experience with our human senses welcomes him. I try to comprehend a place where there is no pain, suffering, human greed, bullshit, and all the things that tend to gunk up the beauty of humanity with our short time on this planet.
Me? I have to go take a bottle of Irish whiskey, as Mr. p was going to help us, help another friend with his new home. He was funny like that, when you drilled down to the core of his heart and soul, beyond his façade, there was merely a man that liked to help and give. While most of the area will remember him for his massive blow up Christmas decoration event, I think I will best remember him for the times he and I were alone together, just talking about life, literature, books, and stupid things people do in life. In that environment, you just saw Mr. p the man. He didn’t need any Santa suit or Yankees apparel that covered him up.
he was simply, Mr. P. god rest his soul and may heaven be a mind-blowing experience for him.
This morning, I had a meeting with the plumbing supply folks, I was taking a bottle of nice Irish whiskey as I needed a place to get pro-pex supplies. I just didn’t think the bottle would be left so the plumbers might take a toast for the memory or Mr. P.
Life is indeed odd with how it works. The more I traveled the world, studied the people, cultures, and difference in places and things – the more I realized how unimportant a lot of what we fill our time with to entertaining, consume or acquire that which you just can’t take with you when you leave. We are here for a short bit of time. How we love or choose to love is about all that matters in the grand scheme of that time we live in our human bodies.