To Brad Who Lives in My Memory; From Frank

To Brad Who Lives in My Memory

Herculean hug from a blithe spirit warms my heart,

Wandering the halls of memory tonight.

Here at the end of the scene, wanting it to be the start,

    Retrieving vignettes from my memory’s sight.

The warmth of his embrace, the Aether of his joy,

Enfolding me with enthusiastic energy.

Releasing for eye-contact, like a cherubic boy,

And asking sweetly about my family and me.

Not a worshipper of Harpocrates, he. Hermes better suited his style.

Always entertaining, maybe woo, never stuffy,

On the Sisyphean homiletic of unschooling. With a smile,

He’d endeavor to unscrew the inscrutable with me.

At LIFE is Good near Portland or San Diego’s Good Vibrations,

We’d deconstruct the meaning of meaning

Over breakfast, in passing, or with the bar’s nectarous libations,

‘til our families for sleep would be keening.

It was Brad and Lucretia and then there came Lena,

And in the blink of an eye, there was John.

A family so sweet, they would make you a dreamer,

But then quicker than Huginn, Brad was gone.

No hug for my corpus. No dialectic for my mind. For my dolorous soul, there’s no balm.

Lucretia, Lena, and John fill my head.

So many friends in so many places, so many souls feel the harm,

‘tho’ alive in our memory, in fact, Brad is dead.

Vita brevis, memoria aeterna. Life is short but memory is forever.

Eheu! Eheu! Oh so young, far too young.

But our memories of him will fade never.

And for now, my song for Bradley is sung.

Bradley Holcomb 14 May 2014

Frater, requiescas in pace.



*Frank also posted this at his blog, "Singularity". *

To Mamaw and Papaw, from Punky

I haven't seen your faces in so long, but I still hear your laughter and see your smiles.

You have no idea how much I miss you.

You're going to be great grandparents in a few months and I can't help but wish

you were here to see it. You left us when I was too young. My baby will only ever 

know a name and a face. I wish he or she could hear your stories and learn your lessons.

Come to think of it, you've never even met my amazing husband. You would both love him.

He is so very sweet to me. And Papaw, you especially would get along great with him,

he actually adopted a few of the things you left behind because he has similar hobbies. 

Though he never got to shake your hand, he respects you so much through my memories, 

and I continue to remember you always.

I love and miss you both, I must go for now so he can treat me to a Saturday out.
Love, Punky.

To Kevin, From Shawn

~This image is based on the character of Death in Neil Gaiman's 'Sandman' comics.  In them she is a young goth girl, not the Grim Reaper.  She isn't the vengeful or hideous idea, more of a guide. Created in memory of Kevin.~  

Remembering

If I forget about you then you would not exist.
I am the one who held you here as you prepared to leave.
I am the last one to see the man that you could be,
the last one standing against the rushing waters
and trying in vain to hold them at bay.

If I don’t tell your stories, they will die unknown.
I am the one who listened to you breathe at night,
I was right there and heard you whisper his name,
heard you talking to him from the depths of sleep;
and I, too, wished to hear his voice again.

If I don’t recall the touch of your hand,
then you never built this heart.
If I don’t remember your shape of your face,
then never did the sun shine.
I can’t forget the things we said, the days we spent,
the passion we played, and wasted, and lost.

If I forget the last time we kissed, then it never mattered.
I looked into your far-away eyes, and watched them clear
I am the last one to hear you say, “I love you.”
I stood in the rain as they drove you away
and tried, in vain, to recall our very first day.

(c) Shawn D. Allen
02-23-2014

To Dad, from Jon

                                                                 Like father, like son....
                             The following letter was given to my Dad, 9 days before his death.

Dear Dad,

I write to you to express feelings which in this family are largely left unspoken, 

so much so that I sometimes think we are descended of Greek Stoics rather 

than Russians, Germans and Poles. I give voice to these words now because 

wish you to know how I feel.

You and I shared many a disagreement when I was younger. You saw the world 

one way and I another and neither of us was going to concede the other right. 

I have found, with frequent bemusement, that as I grew older, you seemed to grow 

smarter and wiser. And as I have forged my own path through this life, I often see 

your wind-worn footprints in the dust, just ahead of me.

I can say with certainty that in my 52 short years on this planet I have never once

encountered a man as steadfast as you. The temptations and ill behavior of this

world have never held sway over you. You have never seen fit to steal from others, 

disrespect your wife, belittle your children, mistreat anyone, act with violence, bear a 

grudge, or be dishonest for any reason. Indeed, you even saw fit to befriend a former

business colleague whose dealings once cheated you of a great sum. You always 

seem to act out of a simple willingness to help others whenever it is in your power to 

do so. You have been every bit, in every word, every thought, and every deed, a good

man, honest and true. And that is the best damn thing you can say about any man.

The chosen path of your journey requires a moral compass that seems largely gone 

from this world now. Despite the inequities and temptations of this life, you managed to provide for your family and helped raise four mostly good men to carry on your good 

name and the good name of your father. Your example has always given me the 

guidance I need in my quest to be the best person I can be. Admittedly I am not there yet; 

some would say I have a good distance to go for you have given me much to live up to.

I love you, Dad. You have bequeathed to me riches of spirit that I can never repay and 

only hope to pass on to my own children. I am grateful to have had you for my father

and I am honored to know you as a man.

love,

~jon