OT: Remembrance ...

I just learned that my father passed away this afternoon. He was 85, and had been in declining health for several years. He died peacefully with his wife of 28 years by his side.

My father was a profoundly creative, humorous and resourceful man, and I carry a large part of him with me always.

Please don’t offer condolences. Although it will take some time for his passing to become real to me, he has been more or less gone for several years, since a stroke considerably diminished his capacities. My sense is more that he has been released, rather than that he has departed.

Instead, I would appreciate it very much, if you’re so inclined, if you would just send a few benevolent thoughts in his direction.

Gerald Lewis Freeman, born January 10, 1918

Thank you and best wishes,
Jerry

Thoughts sent, and also some in the directions of those around him.

Steven

Thanks, Steven.

Will an air played (and dedicated in private) be suitable to send along with thoughts? And not a sad one, either.

I know nothing anyone says will help you, but i have quote that made up myself. I went through somelike what you are going through when my aunt died, with time she continued to die of cancer, and once she passed with time i healed and moved on. Time is the best healer and the worst killer. God bless you and your family Jerry.
(Best whishes)
Andrew Cassidy

Thanks, Andrew, Nano.

Yes, Nano. By all means, play for him.

Best wishes,
Jerry

Sending positive thoughts.

May that part of him that is in you rejoice, for now he is set free. Let the angels guide him home..

We played a standing “Southwind” dedicated to your father (and all those who have lost loved ones) at our session tonight.

Thank you for reminding us to appreciate those we have while we have the time.

Jerry, I lost my own father not that long ago, and I’m still grieving.

Our hearts really go out to you, and to all your family.

–James & Shannon Peeples

(and Ch’Bug and Chewie, too)

in a sky
so blue you think
God himself
just painted it
with colors collected
from the hearts of
children,
wet with innocence
shiny with hope,
the wind pushes
puffs of clouds,
a herd of souls
last-looking upon
pastures spent,
while silently we see
the gaps
that wait for us.