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  • Beau R.I.P

    You'll be missed. You were the golden retriever of Reno. I can't even begin to explain to you how much all your advice and talks meant to me. You were the one who always cheered me up when I was being crazy and embaressed. You would always tell me not to give a fuck. You were my Reno rock. I love you and I will miss you.
    'There is no grief
    which time does not lessen
    or soften' -
    so said Cicero, a man so often right;
    a Stoic, those for whom
    all life presents a lesson
    to be learned from,
    and then, to move on from..

    But I wonder about all this:
    is grief ever lessened or softened?
    Is it not, perhaps, overlaid
    in our so various ways?

    For some, grief framed and falsified
    to ease that grief;

    For some, like hyacinths and crocus bulbs,
    left in a dark cupboard in the autumn of our grief
    to respond to time, and
    become at last
    themselves?


    gently, gently, the covers pulled
    over the loving bed,
    the true, the pure, the lovely painful grief,
    the memory deep cherished,
    gently, gently, folded
    into the cupboards of the heart

    there to be known, without the door disturbed
    until the time - 'a grief ago' as Dylan wrote -
    the cupboard opened only for love's sake
    without grief...:
    those carefully folded memories
    brought out and loved
    and lived a while...

    not grief, not grief...but
    the pure memory of grief

    and behold,
    life.

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