July 28th marks the first anniversary of losing my office mate, Derick, who was only 28 and left behind a wonderful wife and a two- now three-year-old son. I’m sure I’m not alone in this, but I still remember how his son’s hair was exactly the odd color of honey/chestnut brown as his, and that I’m still startled when someone laughs, and it echoes his laugh.
Derick’s passing was the beginning. Over the months that followed, I lost my beloved uncle, John, my spiritual adviser, Father Pat, my friend Peter, and my cousin George.
So, for me, this poem by Lord Byron is fitting. The poetry he left behind, after his passing at age 36, is brilliant and moving. I especially love this verse, and so until we meet again, I dedicate this poem to you whom I’ve loved and will see again.
So, we’ll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we’ll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.
PS…If anyone can tell me what’s going on in this photo of the moon, I’d love to hear your thoughts. I took it with my Galaxy III in February 2015. I could see a red dot moving along as I held the phone sky-ward, but I didn’t think anything of it because I’m not a photographer by trade; but when I saw this image, the red orb not only appears, but it also looks like something is bouncing off the moon at 11:30. The image is in no way altered, and the phone camera has 8 megapixels,