Thanatopsis

...So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustain'd and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
William Cullen Bryant

  I'd have to say that up until the Hillary vs Bernie vs Trump thing brought us a certain truce, I regarded tr ig as a mixed blessing. I took a lot of pleasure in irritating him, probably almost as much as he took in irritating me. I won't claim to have a clue about how he "Really" felt about me. We got into some fine dust-ups over the years. I always thought he took me too seriously, and I realise, looking at some of the memories and artwork that people are posting now, I never took him seriously enough.

He reminded me of my younger brother, a mouthy kid you could never get to shut up, no matter how hard you'd pound on him.

And now he's gone

I've always taken comfort in the last (stanza?) of Bryant's poem, and I post it more for Nanatehay than for tr ig, Mourning is always for those left behind, not the one who has gone on to other things. The last thing tr ig was was Religious, but one of the first things you noticed was how strong he was in spirit. I wish him peace and enlightenment, as I offer condolences and the wish of peace to Nana and all tr ig's friends here.

I'll pass along what my father told me about brothers. It is always worth remembering, and applying : You don't always have to like them, but you DO always have to love them.

Take care of yourself, Nana, my condolences to tr ig's friends and loved ones.

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Comment by JMac1949 Today on July 13, 2017 at 5:49am

R&L

Comment by Foolish Monkey on July 13, 2017 at 11:28am

I empathized as I read your words because I share much of what you say.  I am kind of surprised at how fond of Steve I am.  I think that comes from having trouble reconciling the feelings I have for an "online" person vs the real human being he was offline, a man I didn't know. but I did.  I know his life and how he responded to it and his son (although he doesn't know me).  I know the people in his life, although if my life depended on it, I probably couldn't pick them out in a crowd.  he gave - always - a view of everything on his mind and in his heart - bad and good.  he was honest to a fault.  I am going to miss him something fierce.  I know like something rare, sometimes a powerful feeling will surface to remind me I once knew this terrific guy....

Comment by koshersalaami on July 13, 2017 at 5:22pm

Well done

Comment by Ron Powell on July 13, 2017 at 5:52pm

Well said...

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