On October ninth, Merlin Epp cleaned out a chicken coop.
He played in the yard with Woody.
He studied for a spelling test.
He listened as the Yankees won another post-season game.
On October ninth, he spent a rainy day at Ferndale football practice.
He sung in the choir.
He hand washed his 49 Ford.
On October ninth, he pulled another shift at Boeing.
He drove three hours to see a girl.
He dreamed of Jeanne.
On October ninth, he and Jeanne played a wedding.
He studied the constitution.
He and Jeanne played another wedding.
On October ninth, he placed his hands on his wife’s belly.
He prayed for his children, yet unborn.
He wondered if he would be enough.
On October ninth, he got stuck in a staff meeting.
He turned a kid onto pipe organs.
He chaperoned a dance.
He announced another Eagle touchdown.
He taught a unit on the first amendment.
He flipped the switch…and someone’s light came on.
On October ninth, he took the day off.
He got his hair cut by one of his oldest friends.
He shopped for music.
He called his wife several times.
He brought chicken to his sick daughter and son-in-law.
He cooked a lovely dinner for his sweetheart.
Merlin Epp did die on October ninth.
But more often,
on October ninth,
Merlin lived.
-Cliff McCloe
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