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.
I am so sorry Myrrh, and am sending my loveReplyDelete
This so beautiful.ReplyDelete
Thank you for putting this together so tenderly.
And the heart moves.