the second and third – 2&3 – 23, isn’t there something significant about that?
my father-in-law is dying and I am losing a good friend, a man I deeply admired.
I’ve switched to autopilot and my wife has had to be the stronger of us.
I don’t grieve well and I do so silently, she headlongs into projects and gets everything done. my wife, my constant hero and I do what I can for her.
Eventually the words will come and for now I cannot convey the depth of my sadness. his wife, his daughter are in mourning’s bondage and we are all walking with him to the end of his many years of struggle.
We go to hospice tomorrow – it is an unfortunate 2 hours away in a veterans home – he has lived there for the past 6.5 years.
It has taken me a long time to write this much. it is hard to lose such a good man.
I grieve
I grieve slowly,
quietly.
occupying the hours of
a day with meditations
of death and the dead.
often I consider my own death
and am not unnerved by it as
death is one end only.
it is ever the patient student
of the dead that practices life
so fully
as to die with ease.
– Hoc Scripsi
the platitudes of willful resemblance 