(Song is “Till the Sun Turns Black by Ray LaMontange)
I used to be terrified of storms. Probably got that from my mom. When we were younger, and lived in Prescott, Michigan we had no basement to speak of. We lived in a tiny trailer with three bedrooms, a bathroom, a dining room and a living room.
Oh, yeah, and a kitchen.
We had a pig in the yard. It held the gas that provided us the fire to cook the food that dad brought home. It was also the catcher to my day dreaming of one day being a professional baseball player. I’d spend hours a day throwing at it. Bouncing baseballs, tennis balls, any type of ball I could toss at it.
Yeah, I used to be afraid of the storms. Mom would pace around the house, peeking out the windows. I think we would sit in the hallway if it got real bad.
We were basically just waiting to die.
I’m not scared of the storms any longer. I’ve come to accept my mortality in these times. It’s nice to be at peace with it. I’d hate to be afraid to die in this day and age. I mean … watch the world news for 10 minutes. It’s bleak man.
Oil spills.
Cancer.
Aids.
Gangs.
Wars.
Cars that don’t stop when you tell them to stop.
Etc.
No, i’m not afraid of storms anymore. I’m not afraid of dying either.
But I’m terrified of not living.
