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Tuesday, October 6, 2009

In the eyes of an owl

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond's glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.


I am in a strange mind-space in the last three hours. Its funny how a perfectly busy day, or what has been a really busy start to the week, involving around 5 hours in sleep in the last 36 hours, suddenly turned on its head. I have another two hours worth of work, then 3 hours of study after that. Its already 10:30pm.. Im not a stranger to relentless work but, today, I wish I didnt have to do this.

I wish I had been there for Derek in the last year he was with us. I wish I had had the courage to be where he needed me to be, by his side. I wish I had known that he would not finish the triathlon he signed up to do, the day after his last day here. I wish I had known that his complaints about memory loss when he visited Bangalore, were not myths, rather symptoms of his fatal illness. I wish I had not gotten angry with him for being afraid of exams because of this complaint of memory loss. I wish I had had the courage yet, to attend his funeral and console his mother. I wish I had had the courage to listen to her when she said that I would take this harder than anyone else. I wish I had reached out. I wish I were not so behind, now.

Life is a funny place today........ but as someone once said, Ill rest when Im dead.
Posted by It behoofs us at 10:13 AM