Uncle Brian

March 7, 2007

 

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Brian Korshak

 

Uncle Brian died.

He died in the kitchen he shared with Aunt Miriam for 49 years. He passed through reading the Sunday paper with his cat nearby. He died quickly.

When I was 15, in 1975, Uncle Brian was ahead of it all: He was onto aerobic exercise. He ate well, lived joyfully, and exercised. I believe his life was full from within. I know I felt this from him and live that way myself now. He is inside of me.

He was my soul uncle, the prince of my developmental years, a man who fathered me (one can never have too many parents), and who taught me something that has saved my life many times.

He was Jewish yet did not practice in any overt way that I could ever fathom. He found bliss in opera, Broadway musicals, creating, and his cats.

I moved away from Uncle Brian and Aunt Miriam when I was 12. I left something so unique that I could only recognize  with age.

I now live with 4 cats. My mother told me she wants to come back in another life as one of my cats. Uncle Brian loved his cats, all cats.

I went back to Houston, TX for the summer when I was 15 and worked in a photography lab. Uncle Brian drove me to work in his Volkswagen Karmann Ghia, sometimes with the top down. He taught me about driving as we drove to work with opera wafting through the breeze. He told me to always focus on the white line on the side of the road at night, which would keep me safe. He was right. I have an eye condition where pigment adjustment is an ordeal at best, he has saved my life in blizzards, fogs, when high beams bore into my iris, and when the rain was so hard, and there was nowhere to pull over, a shovel for windshield wipers was the need of the moment.

Along with my father, he taught me photography by being a photographer.

It took me until my 30’s to discover opera. I did it well: San Francisco Opera House, first balcony, second row, read about the opera before I went, listened to it even.

I was mesmerized. Until then, I did not truly know opera.

 

 

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Twirl

Amar Khoday

 

He was an intelligent man, intellectually and emotionally.

Several years ago he emailed me this sentence: “It only gets better.”

Because of who he is and was, because he taught me something so fundamental, he is with me in presence. It is not just memory I have with him; it is a living.

I never told him.

I experienced the closest thing to regret I have ever felt. Not quite regret, I am too human to judge things anymore. I want him to know. So, I am releasing this to him now. I do not know all the mysteries, all the answers, how it all works.

I only know that I love him and always will.


Kim

 

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The Endless Journey-Finding the Light at the End of the Desert

Amar Khoday

 

PS. Aunt Miriam is an entire story unto herself. And, I am sure she knows this. This is what she taught me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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4 Responses to “Uncle Brian”

  1. davidbdale said

    Thank you, Kim. Drive carefully, please. We need you.

  2. kimtelas said

    Hi David,

    You know, you wrote of the poetic lens I live through, well, you have a spiritual lens that startles me. Like breathing. Or walking then thinking about walking, then walking becomes something else.

    Your welcome.

    And, I will accept that there is a need for Kim.

    Understand? No, but that’s okay. I am smiling.

    So,

    Thank You David.

    Kim

  3. passage from the heart
    easily heard by spirit
    love remains present

  4. kimtelas said

    Indeed.

    Thank you liquidquick, good to read you.

    Kim

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