Friday there was late afternoon sunlight, playing with clouds and beckoning a feathered double date to the nibbly water bar.
Today beneath blankets of gray I found solace.
The gloom in our hearts came from swift loss. A dear uncle died last Wednesday. Though in recent months I have stood near the bodies of friends, this moment with Jim was closer to the soul. We who gathered around his nursing home bed were bidding farewell to a brother, a helper, a participant in so many memories. The stories will come. Oh, the stories.
Right now, though, in the words of Tolkien's Legolas, the grief is still too near.
Not that Uncle Jim would have brought to mind an elf, nor a wizard either, I guess. One cousin said he made her think of a Hulk Hogan cowboy.
Jim had a heart of gold. He wanted his family to come together. Many times, around his barbecue grill on the 4th of July, the family did.
I wish to write about that. For now, I will walk and be comforted.
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