Frederick J. Fosher, Aug. 28, 1932 - July 31, 2017.

Yesterday we interred the ashes of my grandfather, who passed two weeks prior. 

My head is swimming full of half-formed sentences of what to say about this beloved grandfather, great-grandfather, husband, father, and friend.

Instead I find that words have left me and the tears have come. 

 In preparing to write this post I found myself reading through the poems of William Meredith, who was his colleague and dear family friend.

Where my words have failed me, his poetry prevails.

A Major Work

by William Meredith

Poems are hard to read 

Pictures are hard to see 

Music is hard to hear 

And people are hard to love

But whether from brute need 

Or divine energy 

At last mind eye and ear 

And the great sloth heart will move.

With more love and than you ever knew, and more gratitude than we could ever express.