Monologue: Normal’s Obituary

Did you know Normal? He was quite a guy. Tall, avuncular, handsome and particular, he was steadfast and needy. He gave me a daily routine and I was his cult follower. I did as I was told and snuggled in the mold. I grocery shopped on this day and read on a different day, planned for vacation in this month and bought a car with that pay, tried to lose weight in these months and lived like he told me I should.

Normal was born on my birthday, fraternal twins, Namaste. He knew me and groomed me (in a good way) to follow the lines and know the score, alleviate the discord and go forward on the lane. If there was a pothole or a toll road; Normal would help me adjust and I would detour and wait for the familiar path to appear.

I met all my milestones and bought a home and had a cat and know people who do not phone home and some days I was thin and occasionally with a scratch off I would win. Some people I know died, the people I know with an abundance of pride and some nights I’d fight to sleep and other nights I fall into a coma and prayed for a trip to Rome, but awoke and started the rituals anew.

Normal led me down a pathway where I sought victory and after a half a century, I thought Normal would always be with me, but yesterday, he officially died. He malingered for days and kept rallying and I prayed for him to level up and come back to this day. He was gradually distant and I misted and watched from afar as he shuffled away. Normal is gone and how will I exist without his complexion and heed his copious…