Saturday, September 24, 2011

going gentle


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas


On Thursday afternoon, a dear friend slipped into that good night, but gently. He was a mentor while I was in graduate school, and we stayed friends for all these years. Being present when a soul leaves its home is a profoundly moving experience of breathtaking power. He was here. Then he wasn't. But his going was quiet and peaceful. Eighty-five years young. He will be deeply missed.

Then yesterday, when I returned from having a lovely lunch with another dear friend ~ do our friends become more dear to us as we age? ~ only to learn that the funny, rambunctious dog who lived across the street had been bitten by a black widow spider and had died. He was a Cock-a-poo mix named Nemo, so named because he was missing a paw. Here he is, rooting around in his toy basket, looking for a bone.

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It has not been a good week for God's creatures, great and small.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Liz says:

Susan, so very sorry about the death or your mentor/friend....I know that is painful for you, though his passing was not unexpected.