The title of this blog may not make any sense to the casual observer. The life of Will Gailey didn’t make much sense and for him conditions on the ground were in a word – hellish.
Our man Will was an “over the hill” singer-songwriter that ran an online model train business that was passed down from his father. Will had grown to hate the business and most everything and everyone else he’d come into contact with. Not being completely overtaken with hate, there was that was one thing that Will loved and it was fishing the old Erie Canal in the upstate New York towns of Warners and Camillus. Fishing was a source of peace for Will, but at the time of this tale even that activity was becoming just another headache for him – and crushing headaches were a chronic problem indeed.
Band-mates acknowledged that Will had gone through changes. Yes, something terrible had happened to Will that provoked him to be his most ornery and contemptuous self. While those closest to him knew, it seemed that Will had forgotten what it was that had impacted his life so severely. Yes, it seemed that “remembering” was something that he’d developed difficulty with. Fits of rage were his offense and defense. Headaches, rage, impatience, and perhaps a little issue with addiction had him in a proverbial vice.
Will knew love well, but did he forget it? Or, was there something that he was blotting out because facing it was more than he could bear. There was another love – the truest love – but he could only shake his fist in anger at it. There was supernatural interference in his life because the love that could stand it the gap and protect him had been pushed away.
Will and his life were out of control. While memory was a strain for him, he was remembered. While what he loved had become trauma, he couldn’t or wouldn’t remember how much he was loved, despite devastating circumstances he couldn’t understand.
Would Will survive, or himself be a mere memory?