I am so full of anger,
it’s starting to rot.
to turn into hate and resentment.
Letting the rot set in is tempting. How freeing would it be to no longer feel anger on behalf of all humans, animals, plants, all life on this planet?
How much easier it would be to close off?
But I still remember you.
I remember your kindness and patience as you let people yell at you because ”sometimes people just
need to be able to yell.”
I remember you being there when he no longer was, helping us all live through the gaping lack of him,
and your sweet temperament growing amongst the fierce, volatile personalities around you.
I remember your mischief and challenging conventions and the intensity of your grief. I remember your
joy in providing us with what you were denied.
I remember the community you three came from, and how they they offered support in times of sorrow,
and a shared joy as well as shared grief.
And
I remember your love of traveling, the discovering of the local and overlooked and real over the much-
sought and spoken of, and I remember your smile.
I remember you reaching to those overlooked or scorned, and your offer of a tootsie roll and a hand to
hold despite all your importance and those calling on your time.
I wish I had more time with all of you.
I wish I had more time to learn from all of you.
Instead I listen to the memories of those left behind,
and observe how much you’re still needed, loved, and depended on.
And you,
oh most recent loss.
I remember your enduring wonder.
I remember your ceaseless quest for learning.
I remember your humbleness.
Above all I remember your open mind and optimism.
You, who lived through so much.
Who struggled through the Great Depression,
who found the mass graves of innocents,
who led men to death and blood,
who saw the violence of riots,
who saw all humanity had to offer in
selfishness
anger
ignorance
blood-thirst
apathy
and never ceased to find and point out humanity’s
love
compassion
empathy
kindness
generosity.
You, who always found hope.
You, who was always willing to change
to continue to find a better world for all,
a more peaceful, kind, just world.
Without you to show me hope,
I’m tempted to stop looking for it.
To embrace the status quo and stagnate.
But,
to do so would be to lose all I have left of you.
When you walked with me
when you showed up when he could no longer could
when you called for peace and made crumbcake for me
when you followed me to where I felt safe
when you looked for me and never failed to find me
when you held my hand and listened
the world could burn and rage and kill and rape and weep and scorn,
I would still feel safe.
I would feel that there was a future to look forward to.
And so,
I pull your love for me close,
for you all choose it,
and that choice did not die with you.
And
I watch the flames flicker
with the blooming of a flower.
And
I watch the blades fall
with the light of your smile.
If the likes of you could exist
in such a place as this,
then there remains yet
hope and love and joy.
Your lives are all I need
to teach me courage.
Your smiles are all I need
as my reason to live.
I am so full of anger
that threatens to rot.
To turn to hate and resentment.
And so I retreat to the blank page
that’s always waiting for me
to remember and write
what words I need to see.
And so, dear reader,
I remember:
There is hope yet.
For while humanity circles back to prejudice, fear, and hate
there always blooms understanding, compassion, and love.
And there is always love for you,
dear reader,
though it grieves me that you may have to search for it.
But know,
that once you find this,
a letter to those past and
to those to come and
to those reading right now,
you have only to return here to find love and acceptance.
Dear reader:
Look for the love that we have written into being for you.
Look for the love that we have painted and drawn into being for you.
Look for the love that we have composed into being for you.
Look for the love that we have spoken into being for you.
For all the hate that exists for you,
there is also love.
And for all attempts to create rules for love and acceptance,
love and acceptance exist despite and outside of any governing.
They may try to hide its existence,
to rewrite its history
but it is there,
because it is much more powerful than all attempts to destroy it.
It is there,
because I and others write it everywhere we can
in hopes that it will reach you.
We love you.
You are not alone.
We love you.
Your life is precious because it exists.
We love you.
You deserve peace and joy and rest.
We love you.
We love you
We love you
Oh,
how we love you.
Please
dear reader, I beg:
know that I love you.