beautiful writing...i send you warmth in knowing that you touch our lives each and every day...peace to you...

Blessings I take it you lost a loved one?
My love and prayers.
Jeanne

makes me want to say, "I'm so sorry"...

what an incredibly moving tribute to Someone who is very very loved, now lost(?), and missed painfully and deeply -- one, it seems, who has had a deep impact on lots of lives. it paints a beautiful and colorful picture of a life lived fully, gracefully, assuredly, and with strong connection. it's infused with deep love, heavy sadness, reluctant acceptance, struggling confusion, real gratitude, regal honor, and true longing. every life should be remembered and honored this way. this Someone will know your love forever...

Jen~ Thank you from all of us for the very thoughtful words. He was a lost soul who is now at peace.

It was fun talking with you tonight...remembering good things. It's funny how you start a conversation about in sadness and can laugh at the end. Thanks.

JG...if you're reading this blog from somewhere else...I hope you are in a better place my friend. The Boys miss you...wanted to finish that video game. Quinn was able to see through alot of this...Drew not so much. RIP.

Michele

jen,
Thinking of you and the others hurting from the loss of someone so obviously special..
Love,
Amy

prayers with you tonight...

so sorry jen...

At His House

In my friend's face it's not easy to separate
what's serenity, what's despair.
What the mouth suggests the eyes correct,

and what looks like acceptance
is a kind of détente, the world allowed
to encroach only so far.

At his house, we put aside
the large questions: Is there? And if so?
replace them with simple chores.

We bring vegetables in from the garden.
We shuck corn. Is it possible
to be a good citizen without saying a word?

Both his wives thought not, wanted love
to have a language he never learned.
He'd make wine for them from dandelions.

Sundays he'd serve them breakfast in bed.
In his toolbox he was sure he had a tool
for whatever needed to be fixed.

The deed reveals the man, he says.
I don't tell him that it's behind deeds
he and I often hide.

I've got a face for noon, a face for dusk,
a fact he lets slide. Both of us think friendship
is about what needn't be said.

It seems we're a couple of halves, men
almost here, hardly there. At his house less
feels good. I always come back for more.

Stephen Dunn
Everything Else in the World
W.W. Norton & Company

Jon was a good friend and was loved by all of us. He will be truely missed. He taught me so much about music, books, and just life in general. He was always up for just sitting around and talking all night over a few beers. His door was always open and i will miss that for a long time.

May you dream you are dreaming
in a warm soft bed
may the voices inside you
that fill you with dread
be the sound of thousands of angels instead
tonight where you might be
laying your head.
I wish you well........

I feel so empty and lost inside. Please help me find a way to let you go with love.

A part of me is missing now.
You have taken pieces from us all.
But you can keep them.
They are yours now.
And I can only hope that these pieces surround you with the love you were so desperately searching for.
And I hope that you are finally at peace knowing that you will never be alone.
You will always be loved.
You will never be forgotten.

Your sister.

Ben

Please call me if you're reading this. I'm sorry, it's the only way I knew how to get in touch with you.

Jon's sister

****ben, email me , i have her phone number **** jen

Jen

My thoughts are with you and your friends... you have an incredible way of bringing people together.

All my love
~danielle

In the chill wind of winter
I will face toward the storm
I’ve almost forgotten about the sun and its warmth
Lost in the memory is the promise of spring
and I reach down inside me for a reason to sing

there’s no pattern no roadmap
no one showing the way
no omnipotent teacher who can rescue the day
we may falter and stumble
we may hide we may run
but there’s just no escaping
for fathers and sons

Like a babe in a cradle on a ship tossed at sea
When that first great love shakes you
As you struggle to be
In the bright rays of dawning
When the day has begun
Loves a hard road to travel
For fathers and sons

Such a hard road…

I wrote this for jon a while back. Can’t get it out of my head today. Thanks to all for your kind words.

Dennis

my heart goes out to you. i wanted you to know that even in the midst of your own pain and grief, your words heal people you don't even know... they are true and brave and loving. in my darkest hours i have to consciously choose to stay in this world for the sole purpose of living for my friend who decided he no longer wanted to. you are right, it teaches us how important it is to let that love in, ask for help, and hang in.
i am wishing you the courage for all of that. i am saying a prayer for you tonight, for your loss to be comforted.

I just wanted to second Stef's comment. Your words often bring so much comfort and lessened feelings of alienation in this world, and I am sad to hear you are dealing with the loss of someone obviously very special and dear. I, too, am sending warmth and prayers your way.