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January 29, 2011

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cindy

{{{hugs}}} you did a wonderful job of evoking Linn's complexities. She will be missed by many but most of all by you, her family, her children.

Kris

Thank you Cindy. Especially for the hugs!

Cindi Pugliese

Kris, as I am going through my own "death" of a relationship, and feel the emptiness and lonliness from the loss, but reading this helped me so much to realize that if she was strong enough to be the Phoenix, so can I. Her life was an inspiration of love, laughter and pure survival. She did survive in life and she survives in her death. Her words and her voice can help others to rise from despair. You are lucky to have had her as a sister and a friend.

freelearner

The thing with Linn is that (ignoring the zombie period) she was so much in the moment, so ready to be delighted, so quick to laugh, so easily passionate, so curious, and so damned honest and present that it's terribly hard to think of her not still being here. She was more "here" in any given half-a-minute than most of us are. You look at her picture and it's still just hard to believe.

Kris

@freelearner: Yes, you've captured it. My sentiments focused on her Phoenix-like attributes and I didn't talk about so many of her qualities. I have a feeling that I'll be writing about Linn in the near future, if not on the blog, then privately. Thanks for your comment and I mean that--I'm grateful.

Kris

@Cindi--Linn would be so thrilled to think that her example might inspire someone and give them hope and courage. I can't thank you enough for writing this. And I know you are a phoenix, too. You're going to survive the loss and feel your life full and happy once again.

Tamara N. Swart

Kris -
the section
"She told me she was a perennial--when this life was over, she would come back like perennial plants do. She felt bad for me that I was convinced that I'm an annual--this is the only life I'll ever have. She actually got angry with me for my agnosticism, because she believed in something greater, some sort of universal consciousness."
means a lot to me, because I agree with her that we are perennials - we do go on, and she is not gone.
My mom & I always loved this poem;

Do Not Weep
Mary Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!

another fave of mine is;

Rossetti Christina - Poem

Remember
by Christina Rosetti

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And after-wards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

Love you,
Tamara

Kris

Thank you, Tamara, for the beautiful poems. So kind of you to leave them here. I thank you for your kindness and generosity.

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