July 25, 2009
On Monday two
weeks ago, we came home for a swim in the upper pool.
I was struck
by two things-
1)
The darkest Indian I have ever seen. I wondered
if he could swim?
2)
A sense that someone was going to die in that
pool. I didn’t want it to be me.
Later that
week the pool was closed—Vandals had broken the gate and also thrown all the
chairs in.
This past
Monday, July 20, the dark-skinned man drowned. I have the article and obit
here in my journal. Binayak Bhatta Charyya “Ben”…
I was at the
lower pool yesterday—we drove by the upper. It was closed. I felt Ben.
“Everything is
going to be okay.” He told me. I felt it was about my future.
B: I saw that
you were worried about the money, about life, your work. I saw it when I was in
the pool with you. I saw it in your eyes. I want you to be happy for a lot of
things. Not having a job has been a blessing. Thou art closer to the Lord and
out of the night of darkness. Everything will happen in the right way. Thou
wilt find love. And peace. And happiness in they heart.
I was a long
way from India when I died. I do not miss it. The same as it will be for you.
Clean your house. Enjoy your garden. Do not go out with Debby. Work on your
paper-poster. Outline it. Outline both.
God will marry
you/have blessing. I have one last wish. Light a candle for me. Outside. In the
back. Pink. On the table.
I love you,
Ben
They neighbor... I am sorry I died in thy best pool…(tousles my hair)
P.S. I have not swam in that pool since. It has been three summers...
