eulogy part four

A few years ago my dad helped me with a piece for my sister. Shannon was slowly transitioning out of a business venture that she had built from the ground up.

I had tried to imagine what the process of leaving would be like.

He made suggestions, I ignored them.

I tried other words, couldn’t make them work and went back to his suggestions.

This is the only piece we ever co-wrote and I am proud to share it here.

there was no clock here

minutes passed to hours
moments became ours
where yours and mine
released into
us.

we,
made light fill our minds
moved through space
and time
and found sacred spaces
secret places
hiding in plain view.

all the while in this

we,
made long lines
of life and limb
reaching to imagined skies
fingertips blazing
in animal pantomimes.

we offered our best
and worst
to our adopted spirits.

drawing fingers opened wide
reaching for that hanging
sweet breath.
and breathe we did.finding harmony within us
and between us
where namaste waited for us
to accept the offering
that felt so new
and yet so familiar.

flowing
greeted
and grateful
head bowed down
in awe
in honour
heels planted like
oak roots and
ass to the sky.
this is a strange salute
to the universe
but damn
it feels good. 

now we accept
we are fractured
and fictional
and factioned
yet we find focus
in the breathing.

on this emotion,
in the breathing.

on that sick relative,
in the breathing.

on that random guy over there…
in. the. breathing.

my gods,
what time is it?

a prescient metaphor
but cruelly imprecise.

I know what time it is.

we know
the time has come.

so,
we leave in slow motion,
caught in the gravity of memory.

and we, 
keep breathing
as the door opens
and light speed life
taunts us
disses us
and offers this,
there is no clock here.

wonder expands
and expects
a willing child
to follow,
so we do…
…because
we are
wonder full.

Thank you, everyone single one of you for being here with us today.

Throughout this evening and the last few days, I have found myself many times both thankful and humbled by the love, compassion, and grace of our community.

Your presence with me, my sister, and my mom is overwhelming and appreciated tremendously. And I thank you all for being a part of our family.

I love you Pop.

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