When I watch you, I wanna do you right where you’re standing
Right on the foyer, on this dark day, right in plain view
Of the whole ghetto. The boots stomp meadows, but we ignore that
You’re lovely, baby. This war is crazy. I won’t let you down
No, I won’t let them take you, won’t let them take you
Hell no no, oh no, I won’t let them take you, won’t let them take you
Hell no no.
This song is the greatest.
Thanksgiving was my favorite holiday growing up simply because of the time without gifts or silly superficial things. And everybody thought I was being a suck up when I said my favorite part was seeing my family but it truly is. They mean the world to me.
Now this holiday holds a different significance. I think of coming home from the arboretum and hearing the phone ring. I think of the furrow my dad got between his eyebrows as he listened to my panicked grandma. I think of him using his calm voice but I knew something was wrong. I think of him hanging up and bursting into tears and holding me as he tells me my uncle has died.
My dad does not cry.
I shed a lot of tears after that and on the way to my uncles house. There I looked at the half finished Christmas lights and police officers cars flashing red and blue. So many bright colors contrasted such a somber event. I watched my aunt break and my cousins and everyone trying to comfort someone else.
And despite the fact that we’ll all be together today and that in itself is a blessing, I think all of us will be back there.