What Is Life?

By George Harrison

What I feel, I can't say
But my love is there for you anytime of day
But if it's not love that you need
Then I'll try my best to make everything succeed

Tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side

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I kind of tumbled into this one, looking for George Harrison's Greatest Hits.

Unfortunately, the CD that mimics the LP my brother owned is nowhere to be found. Unfortunate, because this is a great collection of Harrison's early best.

Since Grandma had to leave, there has been a remarkable switch that clicked off in my life. Constantly, she hovers near me, as does Dad. With Grandma, though, Christmas and Thanksgiving never felt the same since then.

The memories of my life flood my thoughts now - with writing, I've tapped into my inner self. It's a great thing, too. I remember wrestling practices with Ron, afternoons after school with Angie, and Grandma's migration from the garage bedroom to the Brown bedroom to the loft behind Uncle Carl's to the Mobile Home and back to the brown bedroom in our house again.

Every Christmas, I get a little lovesick and a little mad at my brother. We've been lucky for the most part, having the Irwin cousins visit as much as possible, yet Ron hasn't really ever joined the fold since he moved to Florida.

Work is a responsibility - I understand, but family is eternal. If it wasn't, why would we have the first chapters of most religions books talk about lineage? Why were there coats of Arms, and why is naming a baby such a personal family issue?

Still, I am haunted by the memories not only of those gone, but those still living around me. I broke off my relationship with Scott Davis, a childhood friend, for just over a year. I had thought about that quite a bit. I guess he had, too. During our 20-year High School Reunion, he closed the wounds and gave me a Mea Culpa.

That's the security only the knot of friendship can reward to us.

So, I listen to the great modern American philosopher George Harrison again...

And I realize how sweet this life is and how painfully short it has to be.