his weight in our hands. no rush for words.
so heavy. such a surprise. feeling what is there, what is not there.
brushing her hair. the easy sweetness of it.
reminiscence. forgiveness.
finally the exact right goodbye.
To know you rest, in some part, at my home - is a gift -
as if it came in a box, as if it fell like a gentle comforting snow -
of peace. As real, as true, as you.
Being and Time. Ashes. Lemons. Rain.
Moe me ka maluhia lani. Sleep in heavenly peace Richard Jackson Smith 1944-2003.
Midnight has come. I hear music. And I keep on singing.
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