A Love Lost

Who can bear the pain?
Lovers long cast asunder
Too many years past.


Days spent pretending
All is well; He’s quite insane
Hedges go untrimmed


Careful how you speak
Her name still goes unmentioned
His only lost love

Mourning 

Come, bring your flowers,
Your condolences, the
Awkward and the eloquent.

Bring offerings of food,
And sincere expressions
Of loving concern.

Those I love have lost
A husband, a father,
Grandfather, and friend.

A life well lived,
A loss deeply mourned
With grace and faith.

Early on Friday morning our son, Jason, texted us the sad news that his father-in-law had passed away. We’d known that “Jamie” had been battling terminal cancer, yet the news still hit us hard.

We never had the opportunity to meet Jamie, but Jason loved him, so as soon as we heard of Jamie’s passing I hurriedly packed a bag and headed west towards the town of Hemphill, Texas. 

Even in the midst of her grief Jamie’s wife, Fran welcomed me into their home. She and her daughters, Pam and Liz (our daughter-in-law) are, separately, forces of nature–strong, beautiful, and independent. Together they are the best kind of formidable. I went thinking I could be of some help, but soon learned that these ladies had everything in hand.

I know they will have hurdles to overcome in the days ahead, and they are in my prayers. But I won’t waste any time worrying about their coping abilities. 

My brain keeps trying to formulate a tale around Jamie. While I didn’t know him I feel like I have an idea of the kind of man he must’ve been. Maybe one day I’ll have the right words. He deserves the right words.

Peace, people. 

Remember

 

Photographic art, “Sidney” by Julie Powell

 

Remember 

By Leslie Noyes

Drums and bullets, flags and fervor, we sweep up after and send off prayers.

Disembodied, disbelief; lives discarded randomly, scattered into layers.

We weep without restraint for the city of lights, while honoring her resilience 

No torrent of terror can quell her ultimately exuberant existence.

Songs of mourning and songs of praise intermingle seamlessly,

Joie vient le matin humanity sings in voices lifted triumphantly.

Check out photographer Julie Powell’s blog at https://juliepowell2014.wordpress.com/