For a Friend

After I got the news about Charlie Morgan, I had no choice but to rail at God.

How to sum up the experience of a friend? Someone you had spent days and days for years on job sites. Someone with whom you had shared joys, sorrow, failures and success. I could only sum it up with one phrase. I loved him.

It took days to get over the shock. After more than a week it is still incomprehensible. A day or so after I got the news about Charlie Morgan, I had no choice but to rail at God, the creator, the higher power. I started off railing about Charlie, imploring why? Then I moved on to wars, famine, loneliness and all the ills we suffer and all we create. The whys weren’t enough. I started admonishing, what’s the purpose? What do you get from all this suffering? You floating around in the ether, randomly letting people suffer, what do you get from it?

In the end I wept, knowing I would have to accept the facts of life, death and suffering. There is, in some circles, a concept that we suffer so that we can grow and evolve as souls. The jury is still out on that. I didn’t get an answer from God, the universe, the creator right away, But I know the universe does at times communicate with us, often in the oddest of ways.

Riding my bike home from work a few days after my railing, I was thinking that I wanted to write about Charlie to share his sense of humor, sense of integrity, his grit. I didn’t know if I could, or that I should. The expression came to me about how one was to keep their friends close and their enemies closer. I disagreed and thought, no, I’ll keep my friends closer. Just then, at the long fence of the airport that borders the Edgartown-West Tisbury Road, I encountered something that caused me to be able to let go of my negativity toward the universe, because the universe spoke. A flock of bluebirds, 20 or more, emerged from the woods and followed me down the bike path, some landing on the fence, then hop-scotching in the air in front of me.

I had to stop because the message was clear, Charlie was safe now, and the bluebirds were his angels. Like it or not, I had to evolve.

Rest in peace friend, thanks for the message.

Joe Keenan

Chilmark

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Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Fri, 08/21/2020 - 14:02

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Brad Woodger Plymouth/Chappy

Beautiful Joe...and helpful in my own sorting out. I’m glad that your answer came so swiftly - I think a testament to the power of your friendship. Rest. Rest in peace Charlie...and may others do the same.

Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Wed, 09/16/2020 - 08:33

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Clare Lewis Florida

What a beautiful thing you wrote Charlie was my husbands cousin and we are all still in shock over what happened to him thank you for this message

Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Wed, 09/16/2020 - 15:23

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Beverly A. jolicoeur North Smithfield, Rhode Island

I am Charles’s Aunt Bev. You are very fortunate that you had a sign as many of us never do. I pray everyday for a sign from my husband that passed away 6 1/2 years ago. Charles was my husbands godchild. They are both together in heaven as they were both good, honest men that lived their life to the fullest helping others, They were both loving husbands and fathers that lived for their family.Your letter to the editor was beautiful. I will continue to look for a sign....thank you for your inspiration.

Submitted by Anonymous (not verified) on Thu, 09/17/2020 - 20:33

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Patricia Bevilacqua Assonet ma

Thank you joe. Beautiful. Maybe it will become a song....

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