Thursday, January 27, 2011

To Our Beautiful Strong Barbara....

Babs, There are no words to calm your grief... but I never shut the hell up long enough to realize that so... i adored you from the moment I met you but when we realized that you knew my brother and his family who live so close to you... I knew we would be lifelong friends... Hearing the way you spoke about my bratty little brother and his sainted wife made me realize that you really care about people and give your whole self... always. I wish I had met Mark but I feel like I know him, He was a lover and a fighter... which is rare.... You are so full of love and happiness so I know whoever you chose to spend your life with would be incredible... indeed. I know you must not know what to feel right now... there's so many emotions overwhelming you at once.... but please, feel loved. We all love you and will be there for you... You have friends. I remember a beautiful poem that made me cry in between the laughs of Four Weddings and a Funeral by W.H. Auden.... Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W.H. Auden