Name me no names for my disease
With uninforming breath;
I tell you I am none of these,
But homesick unto death.
I tell you I am none of these,
But homesick unto death.
----Witter Bynner
"The Patient to the Doctors"
"The Patient to the Doctors"
Ansel died at 20, waiting for a transplant that might have kept him journaling, poetgaming and mountain climbing. A few weeks before he died, I visited him in New York. When I asked what I could bring him from Oregon, he said: "Seaweed-- lots of kelp. I want to take a bath in it and pretend I am in the ocean". (I did, and he did).
He packed more life into two decades than many of us could in five, and had a heart the size of Texas. His family and friends miss him very much but are ever enlarged and grateful for our brief time with him.
Give the gift of life:
Billy Collins :The Dead
Song of the day: A seeker and poet like Anselin, Dave Carter wrote his own eulogy song a few years before his unexpected passing. He plays it here with the gifted Tracy Grammar. More at daveandtracy.com
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