Passing
October 25th, 2006Save as PDF
This poem was written for a college class reunion dinner. We’ve all been to a lot of reunions and a lot of dinners with speeches, but we recently lost a classmate in an especially sudden and tragic way and it seemed right to acknowledge that. At our age, death is becoming a slightly more familiar, awkward figure, lurking around the edges of conversations, uninvited and yet always showing up. But accidental death – the kind that simply descends into our lives with no warning before and no explanation afterwards – is especially unwelcome. As one friend noted, “There’s no learning from it.”
Passing
It means something different now.
Once it meant qualifying
for whatever came next.
Amassing passes
meant commencement,
a celebration.
Now when we say a friend has passed
we say it with sorrow.
We would rather see him not pass.
Not fail –
just not pass.
Some pass after long and labored struggle.
Other times, passing is sudden, shocking.
Those left back feel hurt, cheated
by the obvious unfairness.
But as grading never ends
we wonder what conclusions we should draw.
Work hard, follow rules, take statins;
lessen stress, practice Yoga;
or should we now be urgently unlearning
everything we learned to get to where we are?
And we wonder where that is, exactly.
Commencement seems a distant dream,
although we’re seniors.
To pass with honors, or at least some honor,
we must honor others:
those who’ve traveled with us in our lives
and shared themselves along the way.
How often we have tested them
with our bouts of doubt, episodes of ego,
and our follies – some of us boast
graduate degrees in folly.
For heaven’s sake let’s honor them at last.
They may pass before we do.
Imagine what we’d say if we could call them back.
Think of saying it now.
They shouldn’t have to pass
before we tell them they did well.
They will not hear our tributes
at their own commencements.

October 27th, 2006 at 7:32 am
Knocked me out! Probably because I’m Irish. It’s going in my obit file. When did this “passing” start anyway. Iguess it’s a corruption of passed away. Everything wriened.tten today seems short
November 4th, 2006 at 7:18 pm
John
Appreciated this so much.
Gurney is proud of you.
Gor
PS - hope you are enjoying your retirement. Myself, I enjoy lunchtime so much now.
Come down and see Hanson et al when the weather turns to shit!
November 14th, 2006 at 11:18 am
I love getting the sporadic notification that The Millennial Pedestrian has been updated. The emails promise a detour from my daily tasks to a more reflective and, yes, poetic place. Upon reading the poem or other entry, I invariably have a strong personal reaction to the piece and am pushed to formulate an immediate response, to initiate a dialogue about the instant subject. But then I lose heart. I feel my response, without a great deal of thought and effort, cannot match the excellence of your posting. No, it’s not that, really. It’s more that your work, which has been so carefully crafted, deserves an equally thoughtful response. So without any comment on your last two offerings (other than to say that I found “Passing” clever and thought provoking and was so happy to encounter “Naming of the Parts” again), many thanks for The MillennialPedestrian. Keep up the good work!
Jamie