“And I’ll be fine, I know.
Well maybe not that fine
But I’ll survive anyhow.
I won’t recall the names and places
Of each sad occasion
But that’s no consolation
Here and now.”
For twelve years I’ve found a disturbing comfort in that verse from the song “Another Suitcase in Another Hall” from the musical Evita. It was 12 years ago today that I first heard it, in a red Escort driving through my hometown with my brother Steve. Trouble is you do recall names and places. You remember everything, as if it happened 12 hours ago instead of 12 years.
I think the key word in that verse is “survive” and there have definitely been times in the past 12 years where I didn’t think I could.
Happy Preacher Day.
Three Months\' Time 