Some say my blog reads like a touching sonnet or an uplifting scripture so try to avoid all things negative and I seldom complain but last week was rough and so I'm sad to announce that Fransisco (a Betta I bought the day Rojo died) perished a couple days ago before I got to know him or even post a grand intro. I nearly had to cancel Rojo's funeral because to my horror his body was no where to be found. I thought about going ahead as planned but for Fransisco but I couldn't think of anything authentic to say about a fish I barely knew and I imagined myself standing at the door welcoming guests, then having to explain that the funeral was actually for my new fish which had died and Rojo's body was somewhere in the back of my truck. So I kept quiet and slipped Fransisco's corpse into the casket before the pallbearers arrived.
Diablo and I had a private memorial. The photo below shows a nervous Diablo saying a final farewell to his friend. It's really quite moving.
When someone we love dies, we're forced to think about an unknown frontier and what, if anything is beyond the threshold. I believe in a life after this one partly because of my faith and also because energy does not die, it simply moves from state to another. My thoughts are with Big N who lost his uncle over the weekend, I love you friend:)
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Moneypenny,
I will be the first to admit that reading your posts has put me on a spiritual high.
I used to chant the 'OM' but then when Obama came on the political scene I started a new chant that spun me better and filled me full of hope and bias.....then right into an ignorant state of BLISS!
"OOOOooooooBaaMMMaaaaaah..... OOOoooooBaaMMMaaaaaah...."
I keep this chant up for days, only briefly stopping to go to the bathroom, travel to The Bee for a Bud, or, to read another on of your enlightening posts. They beat anything I ever memorized from the Koran, or ever heard at General Conference.
But now I have a different chant I use while I listen to Handel's Water Music, or the soundtrack from Moby Dick. I will share it with you and your readers as soon as I get back from swimming with the Humpback Whales the are summering off the coast of Cuba. I'll check back then, and till I do don't let the betta bugs bite! And if they do hit 'em with a ice cube from Fish 4 u, and they won't bother you.
Mister Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
Outlet: by, Betta Shakespeare Not Stirred
Act 3. Scene 2 At the Busy Bee around the bar
Mira's Lament
O, that this too too solid fish would melt
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O Rojo! Rojo!
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on't! ah fie! 'Tis like an unfiltered aquarium,
That grows to algae; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
But two weeks dead: nay, not so much, not two:
So excellent a Fish; that was, to this,
Rojo to a satyr; so loving to my Diablo
That I, Mira, might not beteem the waters of heaven
Visit his fins too roughly. Heaven and water!
Must I remember? why, Rojo would look at me,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what he was feeding on: and yet, within a week--
Let me not think on't--Frailty, my name is Mira!--
A little month, or ere the gravel was old
With which I spotted my poor fish's body,
Like Niobe, all tears:--why he, even he--
O, God! a Beata, only wanting discourse of reason,
Would have I mourn'd longer--
But then came Dave, Dave and his brother,
but no more like my fish Rojo
Than I to Moby Dick: within a month:
Ere yet the salt of my most inebriated tears
Had left the flushing in my galled eyes,
He died. And O, most wicked speed, to post
With such dexterity to heartfelt blogs!
It is not nor it cannot come to good:
But break, my heart; for I must hold my keyboard
Instead of drink......Not!
Mister Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
Outlet: by, Betta Shakespear Not Stirred
Act 3. Scene 3 At the Busy Bee outside Beer Garden
Dave's advice to Mira
'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature, Mira,,
To give these mourning duties to your Fish:
But, you must know, your fish lost a fish;
That fish lost, lost one also, and the survivor bound
In filial obligation for some term
To do obsequious sorrow: but to persevere
In obstinate condolement is a course
Of impious stubbornness; 'tis unwomanly grief;
It shows a will most incorrect to heaven,
A heart unfortified, a mind impatient,
An understanding simple and unschool'd:
For what we know must be and is as common
As any the most vulgar thing to sense,
Why should we in our peevish opposition
Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven,
A fault against this dead fish, a fault to nature,
To reason most absurd: whose common theme
Is death of fishes, and who still hath cried,
From the first corse till he that was called Rojo died to-day,
'This must be so.' We pray you, throw to earth and water
This unprevailing woe, and think of us
As you fishes and give beer: for let the world take note,
You are most important to our consumption;
And with no less nobility of love
Than that which dearest Mira bears her Rojo,
Do we impart toward you. For your intent
In going deeper into sorrow,
It is most retrograde to our desire:
And we beseech you, bend you to remain
Here, in the cheer and comfort of our eye,
Our chief dispenser, humorist, and our Queen Bee!
Mr Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
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