Drunk driver. Car accident. Died last Wednesday. Memorial service this Friday.
I'm down in San Diego right now, with Deirdre and Ray, making arrangements for the service and with the mortuary, helping Deirdre and my dad to grieve.
My mother is dead.
Dirge Without Music
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the cold ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind.
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains_but the best is lost.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love_
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave,
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind,
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
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But, my moose, who is helping YOU to grieve? Please, please, PLEASE feel free to call me. I will help you as best as I can.
July 19 2005, 02:32:32 UTC 6 years ago
Well, I was doing okay the first three days. Now, I'm managing.
I'll be better on Saturday, when I'm back up in Seattle and being taken care of myself again.
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i am so so sorry mickey! please accept my heartfelt sorrow. god, i'm really sorry. if you need anything, love, please let us know.July 19 2005, 02:23:10 UTC 6 years ago
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I don't have very much to say, but when I read this, a harp string broke, on my harp, right behind me.
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I'm so sorry to hear this
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We'd love to come down and visit you guys sometime soon, while Jordan is still there. Give us a week or two to get our heads back together, and we'll work out a time. *hugs*
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*sigh*
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(I read the same poem at my mother's graveside almost two years ago ...)
July 19 2005, 05:23:56 UTC 6 years ago
If you need anything, if there is something I can do for you, you have only to ask.
July 19 2005, 06:03:31 UTC 6 years ago
I am so incredibly sorry. Hugs to both you and Deidre. I think of both of you often.
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May love find ways to ease your sorrow.
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