Funeral

one doesn't leave a funeral in the same way that he has come.
he cannot help but have death on his mind.
he cannot help but be aware that such in the end of all life.
he may look at himself and have a new awareness that his body will not last forever.
these thoughts are ones that humans must face and find a way to deal with.

some believe that the death is only the beginning of the next great mystery and the soul is eternal.
others take a practical view that death is all there is.
one leaves a funeral with thoughts of life and it's fragility on his mind.

say

can you come back to me?
i'm waiting right here for you to come back.
there's a lot of things i want to say.

It makes me sick.

"Running Fast Makes Me Sick" 

I'm not even trying to be cute when I say that.

It really does make me sick.

To : My Grandma

my dear and loving grandma
your ageless heart
as you move through time ,layer on layer,
tender sequoia

-remake from 'Tuesdays With Morrie'

Thank You

Thank you for believing in me
when i found it difficult
to believe in myself....
for saying what i've needed
to hear sometimes,
instead of what i've wanted
to hear....
for siding with me....
and for giving me
another side to consider.
thank you for opening
yourself up to me....
for trusting me with your thoughts
and disappointments and dreams....
for knowing you can depend on me
and for asking my help
when you've needed it.

thank you for putting so much
thought and care and imagination
into our friendship....
for sharing so many nice times
and making so many
special memories with me.

thank you for always being honest with me
being kind to me.... being there for me.

thank you for being a friend to me
in so many meaningful ways.

errrmmm,......

i don't know what tomorrow's got for me,
but today we met the best while.

A Drinking Song

Wine comes in at the mouth
and love comes in at the eye;
that's all we know for truth
before we grow ond and die.
i lift the glass to my mouth,
i look at you and sigh.

(1864-1939) W.B