Thursday, December 11, 2008
A close friend of ours buried his brother today, and no tragedy suffered in our own lives gives us insight on what to say or do. So we will sit quietly, be present when needed, and light a candle for his brother's journey. In Memoriam by George Santayana With you a part of me hath passed away; For in the peopled forest of my mind A tree made leafless by this wintry wind Shall never don again its green array. Chapel and fireside, country road and bay, Have something of their friendliness resigned; Another, if I would, I could not find, And I am grown much older in a day. But yet I treasure in my memory Your gift of charity, and young hearts ease, And the dear honour of your amity; For these once mine, my life is rich with these. And I scarce know which part may greater be,-- What I keep of you, or you rob from me.