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  •  I am so sorry for your loss Angry Mouse. (6+ / 0-)

    Your tribute and thoughts here are heartfelt and beautifully written.  You will learn things about Mac you never imagined as you go through the grieving process.  May I offer a poem that meant so much to me when my Mother died?

    When I Am Asked
      By Lisel Mueller

    When I am asked
    how I began writing poems,
    I talk about the indifference of nature.

    It was soon after my mother died,
    a brilliant June day,
    everything blooming.

    I sat on a gray stone bench
    in a lovingly planted garden,
    but the day lilies were as deaf
    as the ears of drunken sleepers
    and the roses curved inward.
    Nothing was black or broken
    and not a leaf fell
    and the sun blared endless commercials
    for summer holidays.

    I sat on a gray stone bench
    ringed with the ingenue faces
    of pink and white impatiens
    and placed my grief
    in the mouth of language,
    the only thing that would grieve with me.

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