yep, it's been awhile. had some bad times. the passing of someone very dear to me. went faster than it should have. the past 11 years he has been dying, but when it actually happened- it was like a slap of reality in the face.
a beautiful memorial service with lots of support from family and many many friends. surrounded by music and flowers. two of his passions in life.
my brother came in from NYC and stayed for a week and a half. i hadn't seen him since last summer, so it was good to have him here (despite the circumstances).
i've been trying to get my life back to normal and it's not going too well. being here for my mother is helping some. allowing myself to be a crutch for her does help me feel a bit stronger. anyway, putting the pieces back. that's it for now
R.I.P.
G.E.C.
poem i chose for his service:
PLANT A TREE by Lucy Larcom
He who plants a tree
Plants a hope.
Rootlets up through fibres blindly grope;
Leaves unfold into horizons free.
So man's life must climb
From the clods of time
Unto heavens sublime.
Canst though prophesy, thou little tree
What the glory of thy boughs shall be?
He who plants a tree
Plants a joy;
Plants a comfort that will never cloy;
Every day a fresh reality,
Beautiful and strong,
To whose shelter throng
Creatures blithe with song.
If thou couldst but know, thou happy tree,
Of the bliss that shall inhabit thee!
He who plants a tree,
He plants a peace,
Under its green curtains jargons cease.
Leaf and zephyr murmur soothingly;
Shadows soft with sleep
Down tired eyelids creep,
Balm of slumber deep.
Never hast thou dreamed, thou blessed tree
Of the benediction thou shall be.
He who plants a tree,
He plants a youth;
Vigor won for centuries in sooth;
Life of time, that hints eternity!
Boughs their strength uprear;
New shoots every year,
On old growths appear;
Thou shalt teach the ages, sturdy tree,
Youth of soul is immortality.
He who plants a tree
He plants love,
Tents of coolness spreading out above
Wayfarers he may not live to see.
Gifts that grow are best;
Plant! Life does the rest!
Heaven and earth help him who plants a tree
And his work its own reward shall be.
a beautiful memorial service with lots of support from family and many many friends. surrounded by music and flowers. two of his passions in life.
my brother came in from NYC and stayed for a week and a half. i hadn't seen him since last summer, so it was good to have him here (despite the circumstances).
i've been trying to get my life back to normal and it's not going too well. being here for my mother is helping some. allowing myself to be a crutch for her does help me feel a bit stronger. anyway, putting the pieces back. that's it for now
R.I.P.
G.E.C.
poem i chose for his service:
PLANT A TREE by Lucy Larcom
He who plants a tree
Plants a hope.
Rootlets up through fibres blindly grope;
Leaves unfold into horizons free.
So man's life must climb
From the clods of time
Unto heavens sublime.
Canst though prophesy, thou little tree
What the glory of thy boughs shall be?
He who plants a tree
Plants a joy;
Plants a comfort that will never cloy;
Every day a fresh reality,
Beautiful and strong,
To whose shelter throng
Creatures blithe with song.
If thou couldst but know, thou happy tree,
Of the bliss that shall inhabit thee!
He who plants a tree,
He plants a peace,
Under its green curtains jargons cease.
Leaf and zephyr murmur soothingly;
Shadows soft with sleep
Down tired eyelids creep,
Balm of slumber deep.
Never hast thou dreamed, thou blessed tree
Of the benediction thou shall be.
He who plants a tree,
He plants a youth;
Vigor won for centuries in sooth;
Life of time, that hints eternity!
Boughs their strength uprear;
New shoots every year,
On old growths appear;
Thou shalt teach the ages, sturdy tree,
Youth of soul is immortality.
He who plants a tree
He plants love,
Tents of coolness spreading out above
Wayfarers he may not live to see.
Gifts that grow are best;
Plant! Life does the rest!
Heaven and earth help him who plants a tree
And his work its own reward shall be.