I’m sitting in Starbucks watching the moon float by like a fly ball in slo-mo. After waking up in tears, a slew of bad dreams beneath my belt, wondering, what possibly could be the cause, then it hit.
Today, the 26th of February, 2016, marks the 22nd anniversary of Bill Hicks leaving this world.
I was surprised not remembering, always so vigilant, annually writing a modest memorial, but lately so caught up in mindless minutia, I’m embarrassed to say, it took a power greater than myself to remind me.
Dearest Bill, I’m so, so sorry.
Memory, clearly, has its say despite ones negligence. I dreamt of my old apartment empty and abandoned, about to lose its life under the wrecking ball. In the dream I stood outside as if I were witnessing a hanging, hoping in the 11th hour the governor would grant a stay of execution, all from a girl who never dreams.
Bill’s death was very much like that…his exit too early expecting that phone call. I still, will never understand, someone taken so soon, like a rose cut way before its bloom.
Naïveté has its place, I suppose, alongside innocence and absence of guile, but you’d think a woman my age would finally get the vagaries of life, yet I still ask…
Why of all people, did you take him?
William Melvin Hicks
December 16th, 1961 – February 26th, 1994 
RIP indeed.
On a lighter note, I can’t help but wonder what Bill might have said about Donald Trump.
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Ya hear that? That’s him raging from the ethers.
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RIP Indeed…His great one liners live on and are still relevant today. Sign of true genius.
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Good morning Top…or good mourning, in this case. Yes, Bill lives on. No question.
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I didn’t know of him until you. I was watching an interview with a young female comedian about a week ago. She listed Bill among the pioneers of comedy and talked about the barriers he broke for today’s comedians. I thought of you immediately.
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What always throws me is…when you watch film of him now…it could have been taken an hour ago. I just got a chill. He was fearless and loved what he did and as we know, passion resonates…sigh
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See! There was a reason for those bad dreams you were having. Your subconscious is always in tune. I agree. He was way too young and wonder always what the purpose of leaving life at such a young age is all about. ~Elle
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I never dream…and lately, I’m in Technicolor.
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But, he does live on through you and his memory is still burning bright, Susannah.
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It’s through so many people besides me. He has a huge following by kids who weren’t even born yet when he died, many turned on to him by their parents. It’s really amazing how he transcends.
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It’s great that Bill’s humor reaches out beyond his own lifetime to future generations who now will get the chance to experience his funny takes on life. I saw his non-smoker routine—by the way, introduced to me by my oldest son (who also loves stand-up comedy)—and it was pretty funny stuff.
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I like that your son is a Bill fan. Made me smile.
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Yep, he does like his stuff. He also recently discovered Bob and Ray, too. They were a couple of my favorites when I was a kid. I think it’s fabulous that these comedians can still be found on YouTube.
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It amazes me too. You can bring up practiacally anything.
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Things I haven’t seen since the 60’s are on there. Can’t help but love YouTube.
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Agreed.
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Susannah, though the years pass, it doesn’t get any easier, does it?
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I guess the heart just remembers Skinny and always has the last say.
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