The Coastal Post - August 1999

Moo Town News - Reflections

By Judy Borello

With pen in hand, I would like to express to you my feelings of the tragic deaths of John Kennedy, Jr., his wife, and her sister.

Bombarded with it on TV all week long, I couldn't help but feel a great deal of sadness. He (John-John) was the crown jewel of the Kennedy crown. He embodied the best of both worlds-the grace and poise of his mother Jackie O., and the good looks, articulation, charm and enthusiasm of his father, John F. Kennedy, Sr. From both, he inherited a very good sense of humor and style!

Cut down in his prime, John Jr. will always be the object of speculation. Would he have ever run for President? Personally I don't care what he would have become as the news media does their usual overdone hype on these matters.

What I do care about is what he as a man offered to the people around him throughout his shortened life. As the media interviewed friend and associate, time after time some words rang true-he wanted to be his own man, established his own career outside of Kennedy politics, and was very warm and gracious to his fellow humans. And for that I salute him!

Today the family will bury John Jr. at sea and I find it very ironic that his own father spoke these words decades ago: "We came from the sea and we will return to the sea." Little did he know how prophetic this statement would be!

Many, if not all, of us have suffered the grief over the loss of a loved one, and in my case, many times.

The loss of my only sibling, my sister Pat, in January of '88, the loss of my father Thanksgiving of '88 and the shocking loss of my late husband, Robert Borello, in October of '92.

When I stayed five months in Kentfield Rehab and came close to death myself, it gave me pause to reflect. I rejoiced in the fact that I was lucky enough to get a second chance. My son Thor was spared in a horrific accident years ago and my friend Marty Martin is doing well after suffering a stroke a few years ago. For these reprieves I am very grateful!

The old adages that I heard as a smallfry ring real true today: "Here today, gone tomorrow" was sure one of those truisms.

When I was a young lady of 19, I watched a movie on TV called "The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse," and it deeply touched me and I was fascinated with the character who gambled with death.

It was back then that I started the poem and I've since finished it. I would like to share it with all of you now. It was titled "Mr. Death," and I've changed it to "The Inevitable."

Hello, Mr. Death, how do you do?
Is it my time, am I overdue?
Gambling with you is always in vain
For a stay of execution is all that I gain.
Take my hand and let us laugh and have fun
For I am exuberant, my finite work is all done.
I have lived life to the fullest and my memories are dear
As a butterfly emerges from its chrysalis, the inevitable is here.
So take me, Mr. Death, to explore the unknown.
Let me roam the world in peace to seek my new home.

P.S. Thanks to Don Deane and his Coastal Post that enables all of us to express ourselves without censor!

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