I wrote "A Tsunami Took My
in memory of my son Chuck. He died tragically due to a fire arms
accident. He had just started attending the John Hopkins School of
Law in Illinois and was pursuing his dream of becoming a lawyer. He put a
living into his almost 24 years of life and he's greatly missed!
In Loving Memory of Chuck Meroni March 19, 1982 - Feb. 22, 2006
It could have been an
accident, illness or more but one dark
night a tsunami took my son away. We couldn’t hold him back, like the
was always in flight. He was tough and didn’t bend to fear but he
this fight. He was a great young lad, so full of life and almost too
He’d argue the Moon is made of cheese and made some believe. Someday, a
lawyer he could really be. Now, he's not around but can
be found, in the reflection
of tears and in the mirror of memories.
Death is very creative;
it makes heroes of those who pass. It
takes care to clean our thoughts of kin and puts out fires from the
past. The renowned
give the reaper many more chores. Socrates, Buddha, Jesus, Mohammed,
& more didn’t have a flaw! “How
they were, not a single scorn!” It’s always the same; myths
get mixed with
the born. Their legends live long after their fantasies are shorn.
was born outside the gates of
fame. He strove but only when he was best. In his youth he rebelled and
revelry. He wore his hair long; pierced his tongue & ear and
wild tie-dyed colored clothes that didn’t fit. He smoked, listened to
liked blonds and drank good wine. Alone he hitched a ride to the rave
raised the 60’s from the grave. The Woodstock
remake was very gay but the flowers were lost along the way. When my
off the stage to body surf the crowd, a thief stole his money and ID.
grew, he groomed and changed
his costume. “Who is the
stranger who walked into the room?” He was seen at church and
in law school
class chasing fleeting dreams. He pecked keys and stayed in touch with
his lap. His contacts included: grandparents, siblings, cousins, and
friends of old. He was a networker who spoke of adventures and his many
thought of others and often lent a hand. He even gave gifts when coins
through his pockets’ holes.
wise for his years, a natural
counselor — born. He firstly listened and then spouted words; but I
his zany laugh. It was as if it
that all … what’s up with that?”He had his own short comings
but they’ve also disappeared.
Now that it’s done, I reckon he was right. We’re here, for a quick span
when it’s over … problems leave our sight.
tsunami scooped him up, he
wasn’t near the ocean or a sea. It seems it was the mighty wave of fate
him through the break. I can’t reason where he is, or observe what
the dead. You can even say the rest … is only in my head. Yet I intuit
surfing high, on some great new swell. “There
he is! I see him in my mind. He’s basking in the light, with many
A gentle breeze is blowing and they’re greeting flying souls!”Some
day I hope,
we'll meet again!
Koskinen, a.k.a "The Naked
July 19, 2009