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