When Death Comes
by Mary Oliver
When its over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply having visited the world.
I learned that Steven Jimenez died in a simply worded email from Peggy Moore that said just that.
I’m not sure how the phone came to my ear and the ring to the receiver but there I was leaving her a frantic call me message. Is this some kind of sick joke I thought? I mean the man was 52 and had you told me he was in his 40s I would have believed you. It just didn’t make any sense.
A month ago he stood inches, not feet, inches from where I sit now, engaged in passionate political discourse with Kathy & Ritchie in this very spot and looking up with some of my spinach artichoke dip on bread in his hand saying “hey you’re a pretty good cook man” and then continuing his dialogue. I knew he was a man of the world, engaged in a number of activities beyond our Rainbow Chamber to include the Jack London District Association, the Alameda County Hispanic Chamber of Commerce and the Portabello Homeowner’s Association, in addition to being the managing partner of his law firm’s Oakland office.
But wow. That was just a part of who he was. He was involved in so, so, so much that as someone who can hardly keep my head above water with my few activities, I am in awe.
The speakers, thankfully noted his kids. He always began a conversation with a “I was talking to my son, he’s…” or “well I was just talking to my daughter and…” He was divorced from their mother and living about 100 miles from them and gay and super busy and I can’t assume his relationship with them but damn, I find it hard enough to be present on the phone for my round the country family, whom I cherish, and my boyfriend but this guy knew so much about what was going on in their lives. And the church, the church was filled with people of all ethnicities. It was beautiful. And his best friend from the 9th grade is the Mayor of Antioch spoke with tears and truth, the founder of his firm spoke, on behalf of the Bar of the State of California another law partner spoke, the Chief of Staff from Senator Torlakson spoke while introducing the resolution about how she too knew him and his passionate advocacy and our own Peggy from Oakland spoke.
In addition to the Mayor’s proclamation, she spoke about him being her “homie”, her “dawg” and that they talked every day and how they were going to take over the world. It was very authentic, heartfelt. It was very Oaklandish and I was proud.
Steven’s loss leaves Peggy & I and a disparate few to take up the mantle of the Rainbow Chamber. Myself, I am unprepared and overwhelmed. I am aware though, that I am the right path, at least with my life.
It is a path blazed by Steve Jimenez. When it ended he was wedded to amazement.
He did not simply visit this world.