Teabringer's Grandfather died last night. He was a good man and an easy friend. Always happy to be alive, George recounted his good luck in being selected for the missions he was on in the war; his good fortune in surviving where so many of his freinds died. His joy at his long life. This was shown in his constant fascination and interaction with the world.
Those of us who knew him will miss him a great deal, but we each hold a fragment of him. A tale, an experience, a letter, a piece of life given to us to be shared. People never truly vanish, they are glimpsed accross years and generations, in happy and fulfilling moments.
Yesterday I saw an exhibit in the Pulitzer and there was one piece which stood, for me, above all the others. Felix Gonzalez-Torres had a exhibit in which a pile of sliver wrapped candies were on the floor. The made up the weight of both him and his lover. Visitors were encouraged to take a piece or two of the candy and consume it.
The best people of the world can be seen in this art. They always give pieces of themselves: to be consumed, to be made part of something else, to be savoured, cherished for a fleeting moment. They show seemingly never ending generosity and sacrifice. Still they shine bright. They always give joy. George was one of those people. He will be missed.
Teabringer has written a Haiku to be added:
Loss is love's worst pain
Regrets, kind words not spoken
to a heart now still
Thursday, April 13, 2006
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My sincerest condolences. I know what it's like to lose someone that close as well, and, well, it still sometimes hurts. If either of you needs someone to talk to, you know how to reach me.
Magnus
Thanks for your kind words and thoughts here. I am so sad to lose George who was always such an amazing person and one of my great heroes and inspirations since I was a small child and still is. They don't make them like that any more.
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