The casket filled the room,
making it impossible
to look elsewhere—
not at the frosted glass window panes,
the ornate ceiling trim,
nor the chairs
made a hundred years ago.
The silence of her presence,
drowned out any other sound,
and her light,
made it impossible to read or write.
Impossible
to distract myself,
from the life that had now been framed by time,
and the painting
that had now been finished.
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Sorry for your loss, Larry. I really like “ her light made it impossible…” what a beautiful tribute!
Larry,
I like that you have put audio into your postings – it is very intimate and personal.
A few years ago I lost a friend who was quite dear to me. His name was Allen Selby. I was there at hospice the moment he died. His cousin Ellis sat with him until his body could be prepared. His funeral was held in Saint John where he had been born. At the grave side I had the most wonderful experince. All those attending were given the opportunity to put a shovel of dirt into the grave. I helped his goddaughter and her daughter put some soil into the grave. It was the most satisfying moment of my life to help bury my friend. Even as I write this I am filled with a great joy in my heart and even though Allen is gone and I am no longer in touch with his family I have the fondest memory of that day. Thak you Larry for reminding me of this treasured moment. PS I miss seeing you and hearing your voice- look forward to warmer weather and our chats on the porch – take care my friend= see you soon
David